I was hanging out at the compound with Mosey yesterday, getting her prepped and prettified for her in-house mani/pedi. While we were waiting for Linda the cosmetologist to show up I continued pimping mom's room out; this time I strung more colored lights and started hanging stuff from the ceiling. To mom's delight, I dangled two thriftstore birdhouses in the corners and she asked if any birds would nest there. I assured her that it's definitely a possibility. They look pretty cool up there and mom seems mesmerized by them, as if waiting for some birds to swoop into her room and make a home for themselves. Dementia isn't all bad.
