Color

I think of my mom as loving color. The evidence seems clear. But lately she has sought out other rooms to nap in, often spaces that are plain or spare. On Saturday she was in the room of a resident on Hospice, in the twin bed on the empty side of the double room. The dying woman's daughter made my mom feel comfortable in that quiet, accepting atmosphere. Today I found my mom in another resident's room, this one more ornate, but still several shades cooler than my mom's. So who knows. Maybe she just likes variety.