low touch transactions

Younga Sista and I have been kicking around the idea of heading to Wilmington (Da Beach!) for a day trip. I have not been out of Raleigh proper since pre-Covid-FU. I hate being tied up with nowhere to roam. But after yesterdays ominous text we decided visiting MeMum was far more important. She left earlier than usual so when she hit McD's they said no-go to her Filet-O-Fish (Moms fave) order. Instead she opted for pancakes and sausage. We got into the day room with Mom (who had again been zipping up and down the hallway in her wheelchair. The monitors say if people get in her way she will yell at them to move. Yeah, that checks out) and Sista cut them up. She smothered them with maple syrup. Mom did not seems too enthused instead gobbling down the sausage patty. I dumped a 2nd entire container of syrup on the flap jacks. That did the trick. MeMum ate 3 pancakes, some cheddar crackers, some anisette cookies and most of a Devil Dog. She drank at least half of my Diet Cherry Coke. Then the monitors brought her lunch. She popped the lid off the ice cream and start eating that while her eyes grew heavy. She fell asleep at the table with her spoon filled with the next scoop of vanilla.

Her intake is down 25%? Bullshit. Feed her something she likes instead of bland, flavorless mush, you asshats.

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