Two for the price of one.

Santa n Gingerbread man. 

Here we are wearing our formal Christmas wear. I'm so happy that I can get Sweetie to wear her "Santa" sweatshirt, and I love mine. Prefer the sweatshirt over a sweater. Sweaters let the wind go right through them, the sweatshirt don't . They are easier to wash and take care of. And in case of emergency, I have a drawer full of Christmas T-shirts I can wear when the sweatshirt needs to be washed.

Found out why one of my projectors doesn't work, or should I say, seems to not be working. Well, it works, but the garage door that it projects on, is now green, and the light is eaten up by the dark green. So, I'm not sure on what I'm going to do. Maybe, do what I've been doing, wait until after Christmas and get another one, that projects better. Simple answer to a simple question. 

Simple just might be the answer to yesterday. Sweetie slept the day away. Had the same reoccurring symptoms from Thanksgiving. I think that when she was so engaged and excited to have her daughter over, and all the activity of decorating the house, it wore her out. 

One of the problems with her sleeping as much as she does, she wakes up mean and  argumentative, and that isn't fun with me. Even if I get her to take her Balance Medicine soon after she is up, it takes along time for it to start to work. I try to get her to take some as soon as she is up, then again after breakfast, usually 30 minutes later. If she goes back to bed, she will sleep the dose away, and I have to start over again. 

That is what happened yesterday, and after three doses with in an hour, she started to return to me. After dinner, I got her to rub some Stress Relief lotion on her hands. She soon became her sweet self again. 

We were able to go out and drive the neighborhood looking at Christmas displays. It is a shame what has happened to Christmas. Lights and displays are getting few and fewer. I can remember block after block being lit up with lights, Santas, Nativity scenes, reindeer, snowmen, etc. We did find some, and as I pointed them out to her, she just wasn't into it like I was. Disappointing yes, but, she was still there enjoying it with me. And that, my friends, is an Easter Egg at Christmas time. 

Two for the price of one. Got my Drive giggling again. One thing I know, is that He never stops enjoying my stories on how I've found those darn Easter Eggs. Like sitting around a campfire and telling stories to your friends. And that is what we are, friends on the Road to Dementia Town. laughing, talking, singing songs of praise, as we Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.