Update on Mom, Dad, the three Mexicans and me

Yesterday we explained to Barb the hospice nurse that it was becoming too difficult for us to bathe Mom. Barb set up an aide to come twice a week to bathe Mom. Today Lawanda showed up and she was awesome. Mom's first words to her were "You're beautiful!" She really is beautiful and I was shocked when she told us her oldest is 18 years old. She was able to get Mom in and out of the tub and give her a really good bath, which Dad and I were not sure she would be able to do. We were really grateful, and Mom was glad to be clean.

Yesterday when I got home from the store, Dad told me that there were three Mexicans in the garage. Sure enough, when I got out of the car, I could hear them talking Spanish, too. Dad had been moving some boxes that Lori had packed, and dropped one of them on the floor. Apparantly, it has a radio on the bottom of it which switched on when the box was dropped. Dad said that eventually the batteries would die out, but I think it could be a long time. They have been chatting and singing in Spanish for over 24 hours now, and Dad and I crack up everytime we go into the garage. I'll probably eventually figure out which box it is and dig out the radio, but for now it is good comic relief.