Change of seasons.

Three generations

Here we are, three generations of Sweetie's family line. As a young man, the talk of generations wasn't important. Now as we are in the twilight time of your lives, how important to see our linage continue. As we move along the scale of life, knowing that we will be remembered by our grandchildren gives us sense that we will live on. 

We had our house painted and they finished last night. We how have a green house. Rather shocking at first, and then that is because it is new. Each day the eyes will become familiar with the color and it won't be so shocking. Love it. 

Because of the change of the seasons, I'm going to try and move events around. First, I'm going to let Sweetie sleep in more. No sense in getting her up, when there isn't anything to do. Just let her sleep or stay in bed until she is ready.

I'm going to move our mall crawl to the first event of the day. It gives us time for her to get her body moving. She is like a walker in a race. She sets the pace and off we go. She gets going and I just keep talking to her, telling her what a good walker she is, how much I love walking with her, and just like that, we're done. 

Going to attempt to play golf in the afternoon. When the temperatures might be more agreeable with her. Her sweatshirts and jackets are not enough to keep her warm, so I bought her a heaver coat yesterday, now I have to get her to wear it. Like anything that is new, she questions, rejects, and then slowly gets use to it. 

The other day, for breakfast I fixed toast and jam with Ensure. She liked it and ate it without too much complaining. Because Ensure, to me, is the most important protein of the meal, I just might start using that for breakfast. Maybe substituting a bagel or English muffin, along with the Ensure. As we know from the past, what is good today, is bad tomorrow. 

So looking forward to December 22nd. Why you ask? Because that is the day, days officially start getting longer, and with shorter evenings, the battle to stay up lessens. Then again, with the progression of her Dementia, will it make that much of a difference? 

Only time will tell, and the only thing I know for sure each and everyday, is this. I have to get into the car, sit down, and buckle up. Driver knows the way, as we spend another day, together, traveling down the Road To Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.