This morning while I was helping Skip get dressed, she remarked on my big mitts. That's what she calls my hands, "Big Mitts." I am fortunate to have large hands for a woman (goes with the overall size, as I'm almost 6' tall). And, they're pretty strong, too.
When I was younger, these mitts were good for backrubs. Shoulder problems of middle-age have killed that. But, they're still good tools for a caregiver. Good for lifting limbs, rubbing in cream, giving a calming touch and all manner of things. I'm lucky to have them.
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