Early morning.

Tucson Squadron Reunion. She's beautiful.

Today, tomorrow, and the next, and 2020 will close it doors, never to open again. If there was ever a year that, in most people's mind, should be closed and forgotten, this might be this year. 

For Sweetie and me, it has been a special year. We've learned about walking the neighborhood, playing golf, I am blogging, Sweetie is slowly heading to Dementia Town and her final resting place. New relationships have formed and new ways of getting out of the house, Zoom. 

I'm growing old, and then it seems that life is slipping by. I know that each day, is a day that should be thanked for. I think of Sweetie, what will she be like this morning? How I wake her and how long before the CBD takes affect? Will today be another rest day for her? All that stuff. Then when it is time for her to get up, all the thinking goes away, and action is the duty call. 

I bought a electric trimmer/shaver the other day, and used it on her chin and eyebrows. Sweetie, years ago, had eyebrows tattooed. So she could shave her eyebrows, and go. Now, I have the pleasure of that job. Anyway, the trimmer works well. Not a smooth as a razor, but smooth enough. I'm sure Sweetie will grow accustom to it. 

She is getting more resistance to me touching her. She pulls back, and when she does, I have to slow myself down and realize that she may have forgotten who I am, and is afraid. I've learned to steady myself, to lower my voice, and speak in as much of a calming tone I can. So far it is working. Some mornings it takes a bit longer to gain her confidence then others, with a constant soothing tones, she will allow me to touch her. 

This is one of the reasons I keep a bottle of CBD next to the bed. I give her a dose before she gets out of bed. Sometimes she fights me and then there are the mornings she takes it willingly. It helps with those early morning tasks. 

For breakfast, I've added toast to the meal. Just one slice, cut in half, and she is enjoying it. She may have difficulty with the cereal, but the toast is something else. I'm just looking at the idea she is eating. Eating anything is good. Now if I could get her to brush her teeth. She has forgotten how and why to brush. I offer every morning. Sometimes she does, but now most of the time she doesn't.

As I head for the car this morning, Driver is waiting, holding the door open. As I get in, He reminds me, it will be OK. I know as long as I trust Him, He will get us where we need to be. After all, He is the one that knows the Road to Dementia Town better than anyone else. As we travel, keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.