Pizza, Coronavirus, and sundowners.

My Love in all her colors. 

Its Friday and we've made it through another day. News, news, and more news about the Coronavirus, its all over the place. There is good news, there is bad news and worse of all, there is fake news. Because of all the news, all the closings, that life is getting boring. 

Yesterday was going to be a day of fun with the outing with the grandboys, and their parents were going to get a day off. As it turned out, the place we were going to go to was closed. 19 strikes again. We did have some face time, it was a rerun of last week. Pizza and conversation. As we gathered, we were all bemoaning the fact of what came down from Santa Fe, the closing of almost everything. Parks, concerts, shopping malls, and just about all the escape places that were normally available. 

They decided along time ago to home school their children. Because of that fact the boys are used to being home. The difference is, there is only a limited place to burn off energy. They have been taking taekwondo lessons and has been a great escape of the monotony of everyday classes. That option is no longer available to them. Sometime it gets the best of them and frustration flair up and it isn't pretty. Cabin fever isn't pretty in difficult times like these. 

Mom is into origami  and has many more creations now then before, shall I say that she too has a lot of time on her hands. 

Sweetie had a good time while we were there, she didn't eat much of the pizza, before she would eat at lease a piece. We sat and talked about, what else, the virus and what is going on, how it is to be handled, and what to do at home. 

When we go out for any reason, I'm beginning to either hate or love coming back home. There are times when I feel our home is more of a prison then a place of comfort and safety. Then there are the times when Sweetie doesn't know where she is and who's house we're pulling into. When I tell her we're home, she looks bewildered, and then she will start spinning one of her dementia tells about her dad, the "boys" (who ever they are.) and I just listen, because those stories will be gone, and she may not be able to speak and I'll be missing the sound of her voice. 

Last night was a bad sundowner evening. I've been lighting up on her CBD oil, and we had a good reminder as to why I've been giving it to her. It took almost 45 minutes before she was able to come out to the light. The good thing is we now have a tool that will allow her that path back to some sort of normal life. 

We're going to play golf again this morning. It is going to be cool and I have to dress Sweetie accordingly. I may have her put on two pairs of pants and really layer her tops. The warmer I can keep her, the better chance we have of staying out on the course. That will be good for both of us, the longer we walk the better it is for us. 

Hey, hey, hey, looks who's here, Mr. Driver. Didn't hear Him come in. "How long have you been standing there?", Ha, He said long enough. He caught me in my comfies and I'm not ready yet. So, gotta go, brush the pearly whites, comb my sideburn hair, and out the door we'll go. Driver is so good to me, He always know when the right time to show up. I'll be right down, brushed, combed, and dressed for the day, as we get going, driving down the Road to Dementia Town, keeping our Shiny Side Up. Need a ride? Hop in, and we'll enjoy each other's company. As we drive the Road to Dementia Town with you on board, definitely keeping our Shiny Side Up. Take care, Love Ya, and God Bless.