I've been thinking about my mum for days, as well as my sister, Deb. Since Mum didn't have sheets on her bed when I was down on Monday, I thought I'd better call again yesterday.
"Mum, I know Debbie said she'd take care of your hair & feet, but I haven't heard from her in awhile."
"I don't know what's going on with her," my mum replied.
"Me either. I'm just going to come out and do it - I don't want to confront her or anything, I'm just going to do it. How many sets of sheets do you have for the new bed?"
"Just one, I think."
"Were they in the wash then? When I was there the other day?
"I don't know."
Mum is 84 and very frail.
"I was at the Sally Ann today and got some beautiful soft sheets for you. Yes! I got them for your bed. NO, YOUR BED." (She's hard of hearing, lol)
I'll be going out on Saturday to do a pedicure and put on the new sheets. Bill will be pressure washing the deck and checking the filter in the furnace.
I'm still mad at my sister, and to be honest, I think I will be for awhile.