Sweetie and me. A love Story.

Easter, seems like a lifetime ago. 

How many times has your time gotten away from you? This morning it seems like I've found one. For someone that doesn't seem to have  a schedule, being retired, I still find myself running late. 

Was trying something new on the post and it cause me to not know what I did, and because of my misdoing, I'm late on this post. Thank you for understanding. 

Yesterday was our movie day. We saw "The Photograph." It was good. Sweetie seem to be able to follow it, even though there was a flashing of time from the now to the past and back again. I think because it was two love stories in one movie. 

It is getting more difficult to get Sweetie to understand what we do when we go to the movies. She just knows she is with me and Don is someone that she recognizes as a friend. She isn't sure who he is until he walks to the car. She has forgotten, or no longer understands, that he is blind and she will wave to greet him. I tell her that he will do it by himself. 

Yesterday was one of those days that "reasonably happy" was easy to find.  Sometime regularity is a good thing. Having something to do makes for a "reasonably happy" easy to find. 

After the movie and home then it was time to do some house work. Got the vacuum out, and had her vacuum the carpet. It has become a normal reaction for her to say that she doesn't know how to do whatever she is doing, and while she is telling me that, she is on her way to doing what she says she doesn't know how. That is always fun for me to hear and then watch the exact opposite. Easter Egg. 

Last night, made up some marinara sauce and pasta for dinner. Dinner is always a hit or miss affair with Sweetie. Last night was a hit. As we sat down, she, again, told me how "big" her portion was. Then the next thing I know, its gone. Love those Easter Eggs, especially when they aren't expected. 

Her memory is failing quite a bit lately. Just a week ago, she knew the difference between a fork and spoon. Now, its a good chance she will bring the wrong utensil, and if doesn't matter, good. She will even stand over the drawer, pulling out forks, and ask if that is what I want. If I tell her no the spoons, they are next to the forks. She will move over to the larger forks and completely ignore the spoons. She just doesn't relate the words to the object. This is something that I have to accept. I'm thinking of emptying out the drawer and leave only 2 forks and 2 spoons. That way she won't have too many choices to choose from. Stay tune for results. 

Our evening was good. I'm getting better with the application of Stress Relief lotion and Hemp Oil. When I rub the lotion on the back of her neck, I don't have to put that much on her. About 1/4" of lotion in my finger, and poof, done. I tell her that she get excited and this will help her to stay calm, and she allows me to apply the lotion and give her her Hemp Oil. It seem that I depend on these two "medication" to keep our lives livable. It may take fifteen to thirty minutes for it to kick in, and when it does, life is good. 

You can guess that by now, the sun is higher than ever, the day has started, and life is waiting. You know, I really am thankful that life is just outside my door. It is worth living and taking care of Sweetie has put a purpose into my life. I'll tell that to my Driver when we are down the road to Dementia Town. He had the car washed, so we can keep the Shinny Side Up as we go. Hey, you, don't forget it is easier to keep the Shinny Side Up when the car is clean. See you tomorrow, God Bless.