Sunday, Sunday, What a beautiful day it was.

She is my beauty, my Sweetie Pie. 

Monday morning, reflecting back on yesterday, and wondering just what to say about it. Sunday is one of the days that I let Sweetie sleep in. I'm beginning to debate that action lately. It just seems that Sweetie is so disorientated when she wander downstairs to discover me at my computer. On those mornings I wake her and greet her, she seems to be more aware of where she is and we get the day going together. This gives me more time with the woman that can still have some idea of who I am. 

One of the things I have noticed about the difference between her waking up and my waking her is that she will pee before she comes down stairs. When I wake her up, she doesn't. Go figure. 

Yesterday, I just couldn't take it any more. Every time I looked, I just couldn't take it anymore and just knew I had to do something about it. It was oily, dirty, and it needed attention. Months of overlooking couldn't be overlooked anymore. The stove just had to be cleaned. So, out came the cleaning supplies, and went at it. It was in the middle of the project that Sweetie came down to what I was doing. She was able to see that she didn't want to be anywhere near my cleaning effort. So she pulled up a chair on the other side of the counter and watched. 

My cleaning project exhausted some of my cleaning supplies, which made a great excuse to head for our Walmart. 

First, it was shower day. Most of the time, she doesn't want to get in the shower by herself, so I've created a more comfortable way for us to shower. By turning on the shower long before we get in helps. The sound of water running can be a trigger of temperature fear, too cold or too hot. I get in first and she will follow. Getting her in behind me and letting her feel the water, then I adjust the temp to make her comfortable. 

I miss my lover, and the shower is a simple and nice way for me to have some physical, touching, skin to skin contact with her. Just to touch her body will sometimes get me all misty eyed and then reality sets in. She doesn't understand or have any knowledge of the lovers we once were. So, wash it is, and the love it was is playing  in the theater of my mind. 

I've developed a method of buying, preping and storing our meat. I buy in bulk chicken, pork, salmon and beef steaks. Bring them home, cut into portions, wrap in plastic and store in ziplock bags. Sweeties helps by putting the meats in their bags as I cut and wrap them. We had a wonderful time shopping, cutting, and wrapping. She did have a problem with the hamburger. Put that in sandwich bags and squeeze the meat flat and get as much air out of the bag. She was huffing and puffing, saying she didn't know how to do it, while she was doing just what needed to be done. A dose of Oil and Lotion helped her relax. 

Two big Easter Eggs yesterday, and you just heard of the first, the second was latter in the day. While at Costco, we got a 12 pack of organic mac and cheese. That is what we had for dinner last night. It was good, we used the shells in white sauce and added a hot dog, cut up. I portioned out our dinner and went to eat. Next thing I knew, she was finished, put her bowl up and sat with me. Then she would look over at the bowl, tip it down, look inside, and then sit back again. After she had done this a couple of times, I asked her if she was wanted more. A scattered answer, but she wanted more. Got up, filled her bowl again, and she ate it all. Big smile on my face. We had pineapple and cottage cheese again.  This time she told me she never had it before as she hungerly ate it all.

Yesterday is done, and the clouds over the Sandia's are pink and that means Old Sun will soon be making his appearance and the new day will be off and running. I'll be giving Sweetie her meds before we leave for daycare. I'll be dropping her off a little bit later in the morning hoping that will make a difference in her anxiety. 

It appears that it will be a good day for golf, so its about time to go. I can hear the garage door going up, and I know my Driver will have our ride warmed up and with good tunes on the radio, I'll slip into the passenger's seat. We'll be off, down the road to Dementia Town, keeping my Shinny Side Up. Don't let the sun blind you as you travel your road, keeping your Shinny Side Up. God Bless.