Holding hands.

Sweetie with bass player from church

Yesterday was going to be a busy start. For we had ordered a new top for Sweetie and we had to drop her off to get it put on. The plans had been made for the son to pick us up and take us back home. I was worried for Sweetie. There was going to be a lot of movement, commotion, and just different activities that she isn't used to. For someone with Dementia, as I've found out over the years, a different activity can cause Mr. Sundowner to show up and create a rough time for all. 

Because I knew what might happen, I took some preventative action, that's right, extra Happy Medicine. Lots of extra Happy Medicine. The trip there and back could not have been better. By the time we go home, she was just a nice as nice could be. 

I was just thinking about Christmas and the taking of the gifts over to the son's house. I was worried about loading them into the car. We have a couple of big and awkward gifts to put in the car. With Tweetie out of the garage, there will more than enough room to unload the golf clubs, and make room for the gifts. Cool. 

As for the rest of the day, it went well. We even went to the course and I was able to get accouple of holes in before Sweetie got too cold. 

I'm finding that after dinner, and doing the dishes, I have her put Stress Relief lotion on her hands and rub it in, then we will have a great ending of the day. It just seems to calm her, we will sit on the couch, holding hands, while waiting for bed time. Just a lovely way to end the day. 

Driver isn't ready to put the car on cruise control just yet. It maybe getting simpler, and seem easier to have good days with Sweetie. We both know there are traffic jams ahead, maybe a detour or two still waiting on the journey ahead. Not to worry, we'll get there when we get there. In the mean time, it is smooth sailing and we travel the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.