To seek, to hunt and then, to find.

At the Grand Canyon 

Monday, Monday, a song by the Mamas and Papas, seems to sum up this morning feelings about what this day will hold. 

Sweetie was up early Sunday morning, she sat with me, as we watch three different preachers give their messages. Which was different for me. I usually just watch one or two of my favorites. The messages seem to link themselves for me and a special thought. One was on waiting, one on gratitude, and one one comparing myself to God. Waiting, for there is something better acoming. Gratitude to God for what He is doing. The last one, about Job and God. When comparing myself to God, I am nothing and only God can do what I can't do. 

I find strength in doing what I can. I find the blessings, Easter Eggs, that are laying all around me and I have to be willing to look, to seek, to hunt, and then, to find them. The simple things, the smile from Sweetie, the pulse of her hands, for she has tremors, and I know she is there. Working out things like when to put her overnight pad in. I've given up doing it at bed time, too much of a hassle. I found between an hour or two before bed time. She is more willing, and when we go to bed, it is off with her shoes and jeans and into bed. 

Learning to make her life easier, makes my life easier. This winter will be the season I'm dreading. It will be a time that we will spend so much time together inside. Dementia hates cold, and any outing outside will be a no-no.

I can't worry about that, I have to stay in the present, for tomorrow hasn't arrived. My Driver keeps telling me that. Don't barrow trouble, for today has enough trouble of its own. Seeking a path of understanding and peace should be my goals, for with those two tools, whatever comes my way, whatever problem, if I look at it, through Driver's eyes, I will find the solution. It always happens that way. Got your sunglasses on for todays caravan, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, keeping our Shiny Sides Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.