11/21/20

  Christmas Cottage.

As you can see, we painted our house. I think it looks good, and with the red brick, does it or does it not look Christmassy? Didn't think that way until I took some pictures to send to my kids. Just look at it Red and Green, Christmas colors. 

When I chose the colors, it wasn't any thinking it just came out, "Green". After it was done, some logic to my choice came about. Shortly after we bought and moved in, Sweetie painted the front door green. My office is green, I live in a blue and green house. So, in reality, Sweetie had conditioned me to green, and it worked. And if nothing else, we are now a navigation point on the block. Giving direction of "We are the house next to, or across from the green house." Cool, ya think? 

Today, I've hired a landscaper to come and remove the stump from the front yard and plant our new tree. I'm excited to get all this done. Then, I think we are done for the year. I still have a couple of projects to get done, but with winter coming on, I think I can put them off until spring. 

Had an interesting day yesterday. We were going to hook up with our son, and play some disc golf. To help Sweetie, I gave her three shots of her balancing medicine. I don't know if it was her being excited to be with him, or the walking, but she went off kilter real fast. After we had finished the round, we headed over to another course, and Sweetie lost it. 

Had to take a long trip home before she settled down, and came back to me. It was when we got home and I checked her and found she had a load in her pullups. After I cleaned her up, she was able to relax and balance herself better. These are them times I say to myself, "Why didn't I check her before we left?" I can beat myself up pretty good over stuff like that. Then again, how am I to know? When she has a movement, there isn't any straining behavior, any reaching or grabbing her backside, it is just when I check her, down with the pullups and there it is. Get cleaned up, wash up and on with the rest of the day. 

Driver tells me, that beating myself up isn't worth it. "Lean on me, on my love and understanding, for I've overcome all that.". He's right. Yet, I am a man and I should be able to do something right, then I realize it isn't the doing, it is the heart. Let my heart concentrate on His words, and the doing becomes a labor of love. I sit comfortably in the passenger's seat, wearing my cool sunglasses, eyes closed, listening to His voice, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, while Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.