Mom said she wanted to sit up, and the doctor says, at this point, let her do whatever she wants. So Rosio and Omar and I wrestled her into her favorite rocking chair and lit the fire in the fireplace. Rosio planned to give her her Sunday bath. But she kept slipping down and flopping over, so we gave up and put her back in bed. The dog was very confused.
We all need a Rosio--what a blessing she is!!
ReplyDeleteHear hear. Life in San Miguel with Rosio sounds pretty wonderful. I like the way your mother's doctor thinks, too. Maybe we should set up a commune in San Miguel...
ReplyDeleteRosio is Heavenly...
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