Into the Memory Box.

Sweetie, daughter at Disneyland.

Yesterday couldn't of gone any better. From the time I got her up, to the time I put her to bed. It was just a day of joy and remembrance. Nothing special, just a nice day. 

When I got her up, she was a little wet, not enough to change the sheets, enough to put fresh pants on her. She didn't fight me at all when it was into the bathroom, and changed her pull ups, cleaned up, shaved, and did some work on her elbow. Clean underwear, clean pants, and out to breakfast. 

We had scrambled eggs and spam. Haven't had that in a long while. It didn't take much encouragement to get her to eat. Toast with jam, and ensure. She is starting to sit at our table and from where she is sitting, she can watch me in the kitchen. We have our demented conversations, she mutters something, and I answer with what she is trying to say. Every now and then, she will put together two or three words, and I get some idea of what she is trying to tell me and I answer. She smiles, and that is always good.  

We found Veggie Tales on Netflix for kids, and started watching them. She really likes Veggie Tales. Always has, even before the onset of Dementia. She likes the fact that they refer to scripture as a theme put into the show. 

We got out, and did an abbreviated walk around the mall. I can see that she is having difficulties walking the mall like we used to. I started working her arm as we walked. I would slowly pull it up towards her shoulder, and back down again. I felt this was getting two things done at one time. Stretching our legs and her elbow at the same time. At the end of the day, I told her what a wonderful day we had, that it was such a jewel, that it was going into the Memory Box. And we smiled at each other. 

I don't know why I started to exercise her elbow just then, and I remembered, stuff like that isn't of my own, it is something my Driver must have put into my head. Answers to difficult problems become so natural because I listen to that still small voice. He's behind the wheel, and He is my guide on this journey, as we travel the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.