Mr. Sundowners has come for a visit.

Sweetie and me, with my two daughters.

Life has a way of spinning out of control, and for those of us who think that we were in control, that can just drive you crazy. Scripture ask a question about adding one hour to your life, and if you can't do that simple thing, then just what are you trying to control. What is it that I'm trying to hold on to? To keep Sweetie in just one stage of her disease? Or is it to speed up the process to its final conclusion, or both? 

I don't know. I do know that soon the sun will come up, and that either Sweetie will wonder down and eventually find me, or I'll go up to her, wake her and start our day. It is the mundane things that keep us going. The everyday dull, simple things that occupy the time from wake up to sleep, these are the things that make up my waking hours. 

Breakfast is getting to be a hassle these days. Sometimes I wonder if we should be having just two meals a day with a snack to fill the time in-between. Sweetie has lost so much weight, that I'm afraid that if we do that, she will waste away to nothing. I've been using Ensure as milk on the cereal, so she can get double protein in what she takes in, and now she is eating less and less. 

I'm using Hemp Oil when she first gets up in an effort to head off her disagreeableness first thing in the morning. So that we can start the day off better. It seems that I have to be more aware of the time in-between doses. In the later part of the day, we can be watching TV, and I'll get up to do something, and when she gets up, it is as if Mr. Sundowners has come to visit. I have to spend time keeping her in the house, and fight with her to take another dose of her balance medicine. After that, it is "Katy bar the door" 'cause she wants out. About that time, I'll get her in the car and we go for a ride. Don't know what it is about car rides, but she will just sit and look, as I watch for signs of Mr. Sundowner leaving the building. 

I do know what my morning car rides with my Driver mean to me. A time of peaceful recovery. No cares, no worries, just sit and be still, for then I can hear His calm and sweet voice. Refreshing me, giving me strength me for the day ahead. With His loving kindness, I can make it through the day ahead, and maybe finding an Easter Egg or two. In the meantime I'm off, with Driver at the wheel, as we lead the caravan down the Road to Dementia Town, and as always, Keeping our Shiny Sides up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.