Dementia is like a python squeezing its pry.

Dad, meet my Sweetie.

It has been 60 years since my dad died, and it took 34 years for me to introduce them to each other. I'm so glad that I did this. With the demented mind, you never know what is going on inside of it. At the same time there is an understanding that Sweetie knew how special it was for me. 

There are rivers on memories that some flow with the swift current in the middle of the river, and then there are those that keep circling around near the shore, sometimes being caught up in the swifter currents, or slowly in little pools near the shore. The memories that mean the most to me, tend to stay near the shore, to be seen in my minds eye more often. This is such memory.

Sunday morning was just as nice as could be. I got Sweetie up, and we got on our way. After breakfast, we took a walk around the neighborhood and talked with some of our neighbors. It was nice to renew our contact with them. I was worried about Sweetie, she seemed to get fatigued faster then normal. We cut our walk short because I didn't want her to pass out on me again. The progression of this disease is amazing. How it wrings the very strength out of her, Dementia is like a python squeezing its pry. 

We got home and rested, then out to the back yard, and some yard work. We also went to the grocery store, and this time, Sweetie pushed the cart, with me walking on the side directing where we were to go. It worked well. Sweetie just has to do something to help. Pushing the cart was just what she needed. 

Come to the conclusion that I have to wake Sweetie up and not let her sleep most of the day away. When it is time for us to retire, she goes easily enough, but then she will toss and turn well into the night. With the applications of CBD and Stress Relief lotion, we can have our normal day. I can extend our meal times just by sitting outside, break up TV watching with car rides, or mall crawls, or any combination of the fore mentioned activities. 

Because I never know what is going to happen, I have to trust the one who does. Driver and me have this deal, I ride, He dives. What I have to learn is how not to fret. Fretting is the worse trait I can have. If I'm always stepping on that imaginary brake peddle on the passenger side, it means I don't trust in His ability to get me back safely. The more I trust His driving, the deeper our friendship goes. Its like walking, left, right, left ect. You can't walk left, left, left, without the right moving in step with the left, you have a hard time getting ahead. So, its left, right, left into the car, cool sunglasses on, and down the Road to Dementia Town we go. Shiny Side Up. There you are, I see you got your Shiny Side Up this morning, don't let the day dull you down. See You Later, Love Ya, and as always, God Bless.