Boredom is Good.

Having fun at Knott's.

Sometimes it is so frustrating. Then again, it is so comfortable that I forget to do the basics. Then again, I realize that boring is good. 

I like to watch documentaries about war and the victors that come out of it. Solders, pilots, sailors that survived the combat. One of the things that sounded the same, but in different words was this. War is boring, except for the battle, and then it is hell, confusing, and just trying to survive. Pilots that escorted bombers, solders waiting for the battle to begin, waiting for the enemy to attack, as with the sailors. War is just as much a waiting game as it is a shooting war. 

When it comes to caring for Sweetie, I should appreciate the waiting, the boring part of caring for her, for those are the good times later in my memory basket, where I store all my Easter Eggs. I have to have a transition, a pyridine shift in my attitude. Instead of waiting for the sun to go down, or the tale tale signs of her wanting to end her day, I should be grateful that we have been bless with a day of boredom. The days that sundowners doesn't show up, the days of just sitting on the couch outside, the walks to the same places day after day. The boredom that is life without all the crazies in it.

It is said to new parents about their first baby that the new child will teach them new things about themselves. I can say the same as I care of Sweetie. She is teaching me things that I never knew I could do. Things that as a young man and a young couple that would repulse me, or thing, I'd never do. Yet, as caregivers, we do those things, we bath, feed, and wipe bottoms without a second thought. Where before Dementia, the idea of sitting with your Sweetie while they go potty was unheard of. So, yes, I'm still learning, and one of the lessons I've just realized is "Boring is Good." 

One thing is a surety, life with my Driver if anything is not boring. For He shows me things that make my ability to accept the boring. It is in the boring that the flowers bloom, the humming birds come to the feeder, the lizards climb the wall, and Sweetie and I just sit. He is the grand Teacher of how exciting boring is. He is here and I am ready to move out. Let me see, just where did I put my cool sunglasses. There they are, gotta go, see you on the Road to Dementia Town. You know us, we're the one going not to fast or to slow, our own pace, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. You know, even on a great adventure, there is boring, like driving down the Road to Dementia Town, the most important thing is, you gotta Keep your Shiny Side Up. Take care, Love Ya, and God Bless.