So is life.

At the zoo.

A reminder, I have tickets for us to go to the zoo today. I had forgotten about the zoo. I can bundle her up, and off we go. It won't be much, more of just walking around. Don't know if the indoor exhibits will be open, so we will see what we can. It will be interesting to see if the polar bears are active in this cold weather. 

I bought a big bag of koi fish food. Similar to what the zoo charges .25c for. I'll take a sandwich bag full and feed the ducks and fish. If there are children, we share it with them. Just for fun, thinking about becoming a mainstay at the park and being known as the old couple giving kids free food to feed the ducks. Wouldn't that be a hoot? 

Life with Sweetie isn't all bad, isn't all good. Life with Sweetie is life with Sweetie. This is what we have and there isn't anything we could of done to change it. I believe what we are is just where we are suppose to be. I don't know why she has this terrible disease and if I try to figure out how she got it, it doesn't matter anymore. Life doesn't have a reverse gear, and I cannot go back and change the past, so I make the best of what we have now. 

We had a good day. She didn't want to get up, her shoulder is still very sore. But up is where we went. She was soaked, so into the bathroom and getting her cleaned up and put on some dry cloths. Again, was able to put heat on her shoulder and vibrated it. She seems to be enjoying the special attention with the vibrator. She turned and motioned me to go down her back, and the look of pleasure that came over her told me volumes. She liked it. 

At breakfast, she is using her arm more. If you didn't see her everyday, you wouldn't notice what she is doing, I do. By the end of the day, she was attempting to feed herself with her right arm. I was so pleased with her, and because of her dementia, she didn't understand my joy. 

There is one thing that I haven't mentioned. Bed time. We can be sitting on the couch, and she lets me know she is ready for bed. She is like a kitten, all soft and cuddly. By the time we go upstairs, she will get pushy, and I have to strongly get her to do what we need to get done before we go to bed. That quick, for angel to being bedeviling, just puts a kink in the moment. 

So is life, and my Driver knows that too. He isn't the one who sends in a road crew to make things smooth and right, He's the one that looks out for the pot holes. Ever noticed, that as we drive somewhere, the roads very from quiet and smooth, to noisy and rough? That is what my Driver points out. Today, we may have quiet and smooth, other days, are bumpy and noisy. I doesn't matter, for we are on the Road to Dementia Town, and we are Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.