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.