Saturday I had a hair appointment.  Which means I stopped to see Mom since I was in the area.  

I'm a bit annoyed because just before I arrived they had started a Tinkerbelle movie and Mom did not want to move to talk to me.  So I sat for a bit and watched her.  She dozed off during the movie.  She woke back up.  She'd look over at me, smile.  Go back to the movie.  It's Saturday, who starts a movie on a day where people might have visitors.  So now I have to decide if this is worth making a call to either the social worker or weekday nurse for the unit to discuss my frustration at essentially not being allowed to talk to my mother.  

They had been coloring.  I'm not sure that this is Mom's but it was next to where she was watching the movie.  

I had brought a couple of books and supplies with me to attempt to initial coloring.  But, well, movie so that was a lost opportunity.

And I'm kicking myself because I made a stop on the way over to walk a labyrinth and pray before I went on to see Mom.  And had I not done that, well, Maybe they wouldn't have put Tinkerbelle on.   (and I'm not wild about Disney to begin with so you can imagine how this makes me feel).  

And just because I can - I bought shirts online.  I got 4 shirts, The Spook got a new box.