Dementia doesn't like the wind.

At the Highland Games in Albuquerque, NM. 

I makes no sense to me at all. Then again, what is there about Dementia that does make sense. From sitting on the couch to wandering the streets looking for the boys, and wanting to help them and at the same time not knowing what to do. In a matter of seconds, Sweetie will become that known "Crazy Woman" wandering the streets, looking and looking and not knowing what it is she is looking for, talking gibberish to anyone who she sees. And Lordy, don't be the one to tell her no. She will turn on you with a vengeance. Then when I tell them that she is suffering with Dementia, she is in full denial and tells the person that I don't know what I'm talking about. 

If you are like me, and have your Loved One with you, this may sound familiar. I have a friend that has volunteered to come over and stay with Sweetie. He is a lovely man who retired early to care for his mom, who had Dementia. I want to take him up on his offer, but because of the quarantine, there isn't really anywhere to go and just sit and relax for a time. Maybe when I work something out, I'll take him up on his offer. The last time I let someone sit with Sweetie, I came home to find her locked out of the house. 

I was informed that this Monday, there is going to be a meeting as to when daycare will start back up. I have this uneasy feeling that it won't be anytime soon. Excuse me for this going off, but, it seems that whatever the President says, there are those who will automatically bounce the opposite way. An easy example would be if he said you have to breath to live, they would hold their breath. So, if I'm right, the powers to be are going to say sometime in June before anything can be opened. In the meantime, Sweetie and me will be doing what needs to be done to keep us both from going crazy. 

Yesterday's weather, it was windy, and kept us from doing almost anything outside. Dementia doesn't like the wind, and even if it isn't a cold wind, it just doesn't like it. We did some walking, not as much as I'd like, but enough. The house next door is being refurbished, and a new roof is being put on. It gave Sweetie an audience to speak with. Again the old routine of me following up behind and telling them about her. I'm thinking of handing out the cards that tells them about her instead of speaking, it just might help. 

All in all, we had a good day and I know it went well because of the guidance of my Driver. He just seems to know how to handle Sweetie and gives me the strength and wisdom to handle her as Sundowner's tries to steal her away from me. I know, like yesterday, there were Easter Eggs in the wind, in the walk, and on the couch. Driver always shows them to me when I can't find them on my own. Time to go, time for another road trip. Driver and me, down the Road to Dementia Town we go. Him at the wheel and me buckled in, wearing my cool sunglasses and relaxing as we go. How about you? Find anything worth taking with you, as you travel your road to Dementia Town? We have our Shiny Side Up. You too? Later, Love Ya, and God Bless.