A mixed bag of goodies.

The Beach.
Sweetie's at home. 

Saturday morning, good morning to those reading this. Friday, we had some difficulties and will talk about that later. 

Yesterday was my support group meeting. It was lightly attended, and I'd say it happened because of the Wuhan Virus fears. I missed last month because daycare was closed for employee training. It was a surprise for me when I pulled up to the building and found it closed. This time I asked to make sure they would be open on Friday. 

At the meeting the conversations covered everything from men who lost their wives six month ago, to what is going on with those of us who still care for their wives at home, and those who have wives in a facility. The men who are in that situations have said that visiting privilege's are cancelled, again because of the Wuhan Virus, AKA the Coronavirus. 

Those of us kept our discussions as to what is happening to our wives, not mentioning what phrase they are in, more of where they are compared to last month. Sometimes there won't be a noticeable decline mentioned, just what is getting done, in home help, daycare, and for those who are newly widowers, wanting to be alone, not interested in restarting their lives yet. One man who lost his wife two years ago, met someone, and is interested in life again. As we speak, we help each other, some seeing where they are and what is up ahead. Always I find my path has pioneers that keep sending the message back, come on, We've been there, you can make it. So it goes one foot after another, one day at a time. 

Last evening we had a tough bout with sundowners. Sweetie was fine until she got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. It hit her hard. Gave her her Happy Medicine and lotion. She just kept getting deeper and deeper into her paranoia and depression. I gave her another dose an hour later. We finally took a drive until she settled down. It timed out that there was a meeting not far from where we were, so I drove around to our regular place, and spent time with some other people, which I find can help her out of her sundowners. 

There are times when I know I can't do anything to help her, so I do what I can, and wait for her to slowly come back from that dark place she is in. This is one of the things that makes me feel so helpless when she succumbs to her sundowners. 

On the side, my trip in April has been cancelled. The Virus strikes again. The reunion has been postpone till next year. Disappointing, yes, but at the same time, I don't have to worry about putting Sweetie into respite care next month. Later in June, when I make my pilmagridge to California for my birthday Angel game. I'm hoping that we will be on the downside of the virus panic, and a place will be open for me to put Sweetie. 

Yesterday it rained and now I'm wondering about the shine. I know my Driver is a very diligent man and I shouldn't have to worry about the car. He'll have it all cleaned up, polished up, and ready to head down the Road to Dementia Town. I know I'm ready for a ride, wearing my cool sunglasses as we motor down the road one more time. As always, with basket in hand to pick up my Easter Eggs, as we head down the road. Keeping our Shiny Side Up. See you on the road. Love Ya. God Bless.