Feet on wet sand.

Feet on the wet sand. 

I have a tendency to go overboard when I find that something that works with Sweetie one day, I will want it to work again and again. 

Take diner, when I observed her mixing her food together, I thought, why not do that ahead of time, and she would eat it easily. It worked the first time, and then, slowly, she began to resist it. Last night, I separated the food groups and let her choose which foods went together. Of course, she watched me as I ate from my dish, and she copied me. 

Getting her to eat isn't as easy as it sounds. Take sandwiches, she will squeeze the bread so hard that the sandwich will start to separate, moving the bread and lunchmeat in different directions. Then I'll have to take it away from her and re center the sandwich. When it comes to her applesauce, she is also forgetting how to use the spoon. I maybe heading into the time when I will be feeding her. She is loosing the knowledge on how to swallow her pills, and that worries me. 

This may sound silly, but, I cleaned up and put away the hair drier and my beard trimer. They have been sitting on the sink for years. Because of Sweetie's short hair, she no longer needs the hair drier, and because of the new hair clippers, I don't need to keep my beard trimer out either. What a difference it made. More space, less clutter. 

Sweetie is going more and more without her glasses, and she doesn't seem to notice that she needs them. I was told that this is a progression that is normal. One of my fellows told me he replaced his wife's glasses accouple of times, before he realized that he was doing it for him, not her. She was just as happy with or without her glasses. I think I'm just holding on to where she was, not where she is. 

My Driver understands what is going on, and He knows which path to take today, as we head down the Road to Dementia Town. A short side trip to a pool of refreshment, where I can relax and get ready for the next stretch of road ahead. For the Road it full of ups and downs, dark tunnels, and twisty mountain passes. I know, if I just keep trusting Him, we'll make it there, safely. Ready, Set, Go, and go we do, me in the passenger seat, checking out the view as we go, Down the Road to Dementia Town, with the bright sun reflecting off our car, because we are driving with our Shiny Side Up. Maybe we'll see you at the pool of refreshment, as you Drive down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Your Shiny Side Up. Love Ya, and God Bless.