Experience: that most brutal of teachers.

Nose to nose with a rose. 

“Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But

 you learn, my God do you learn.” C. S. Lewis. 

The demon Dementia has a secondary spirit and is more frightening then its master. The demon of De-hydration. How insidious it can be. It will strike at the most unpredictable times. Dementia will fight the intake of liquids at almost anytime. The most devastation part is the timing of when it shows its ability to disorientate and disable their host. 

We had a bout with De-hydration yesterday while out playing gold. I always keep an eye on Sweetie where ever we go. I sometimes feel like a walking monitor, watching for any sigh of something that may not be right showing up and it did yesterday on the last hole of the course. I had noticed that something just wasn't right, she was breathing heavier then normal, so I got out my bottle of Gatorade and tried to get her to drink. De-hydration was working hard to have a grandstanding performance and wouldn't let Sweetie drink. What little she did drink only postponed the inevitable. We had gotten to the last tee, and as I was talking with the other players, down she went. This wasn't my first experience with De-hydration, so I didn't panic. 

We had a cart come out and get us and take us to our car. I got her home and in bed, when she woke up, all was better. Damn, De-hydration is so sneaky. I thought I'd been giving Sweetie plenty of liquids, I was wrong. Going to have to hydrate her today. 

Easter Eggs, I got her into some new sweat pants and she likes them. Woo Hoo! And on that same day, the new shoes I'd ordered showed up. She put them on, and she likes those also. A double Woo Hoo. 

This morning, while me and my Driver were talking, He showed me something old but new. Mathew 25, it was this. Asking when did we do these things? He answered, to the lest of these, you did it unto me. I saw Sweetie all over that answer, the sick, the lonely, the one in prison, the hungry. That hit my heart, and I know she is all of those, and this is my yoke and I take it on willingly. A big Easter Egg. Well, it seems that I almost have a full basket, but there  is room for more. On the road we go. While my Driver is skillfully navigating the highways and byways, I've got my head out the window, eagerly looking for more Easter Eggs that I know are there, as we drive the Road to Dementia Town, me with my cool sunglasses on, depending on my Driver to get us where we are suppose to be, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. If your Solo on this road, be careful that you don't lose your way as you Drive with Your Shiny Side Up. God Bless, Love Ya.