Archive for April 23rd, 2009

I wait in ambush for him to come down the hall. “Here’s a nice warm facecloth for you, I’ll trade you for your eyeglasses.”

While he pats and dabs his face, I clean his glasses. Time to soak his hands in the sink. It’s perplexing for him so I soap up the facecloth and help.

“Here’s your shaver.”

“Thanks.”

Today is the first time he turned it on and made the same shaving motions on his head as he uses on his face. To say the least, I was surprised. The noise was loud as the poor razor was caught in his curls, he’d yank it out and do another area, all the while watching himself in the mirror.

After a few moments, I held out my hand for the razor. No shave today.