This afternoon I wanted to go visit Kathryn at the nursing home and I wanted to be clean, so I showered and shampooed. Then I brushed my hair and decided my roots needed to dry upright . . . so I scooped up most of my hair into a topknot and stuck a hat on my head – my dear, beloved Dorfman Pacific hat with the mesh crown and the neck strap.
Sometime at the the nursing home, I took my hat off, forgetting about my hair sticking out at odd angles and spouting on top. I did not realize this until much later, after many trips to the nurses’ station and talking with people who came in the room.
I notice I’ve been doing this frequently. I don’t know what the staff calls me there, and I guess it’s more comfortable for my self confidence that way.
Long ago I stopped worrying about what people (and family members) called me after I leave the room. I am what I am and that’s all that I am.
But I would guess they call you a good person for your attention to Kathryn if not for your attention to hair styles.
I want to be like you when I grow up.
Thanks. I think I actually get more out of the visits than Kathryn does. I prop my feet up on the bed and read while she naps . . . and she is a captive audience to the retelling of my recent antics. Her roommate is also 95 and terrific.