It was like this yesterday. Sweetie's daughter and her hubby. |
Yesterday was so chockful of Easter Eggs. Our visit, the conversation, the forgetting my phone and had to make a second visit. Making up for loss time, I guess. Now to work on getting together with the other daughter. Little successes can be a great driving force to see just how much can be accomplished.
One of the things that is of note, is the length of the day. When Sweetie gets up in the morning, she is usually very pliable, she rarely objects to taking her Hemp Oil or her anti-anxiety meds. It is usually in the close of the day, when her sundowners is trying to escape its cage. The evening timing is very critical for a good evening.
Last night was a close encounter with sundowners. She was wanting to get out and I kept her in the house. Was able to give her more Hemp Oil and apply Stress Relief lotion to the back of her neck, and she then she went to bed. Again fully dressed. I worry when she does that, that she will wake and head out the door before I can get up. So far these fears have yet to show up, but by what others have told me, it is a good possibility they will.
Well, it is time, time to get going and head for the door. My Driver is waiting, as always, with a trip down the Road to Dementia Town. He is different, yet at the same time, He is the same. I know if it wasn't for His being with me on this trip, I'd never make it as far as I have. For He is such a good Driver, knowing when a fun ride is needed, and slow and caring ride, or what ever, singing at the top of my lungs, making a joyful noise is the best way to describe my singing and Driver just smiles and sings along with me. I lifts my heart and spirit to make another day. As we head down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. You, yes you, is your car sounding like a choir or cats in the alley? It doesn't matter, for your Driver loves it all. Take care, and Keep You Shiny Side Up today as you travel down Your Road to Dementia Town. Love Ya, and God Bless.
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