Don't tell Sweetie.

Angel on my shoulder.

Daughter and her husband are joining us at Isotope Park to catch a ball game. Albuquerque does have minor league baseball, not as exciting as major league, but I think a game here is a fun time. I don't have a dog in this race, I just love baseball. The stadium is friendly and the kids are fun to watch. 

We don't go to games anymore, just too much of a hassle. Besides, she doesn't like being out after dark. It will be interesting to see how soon she goes to bed this spring and summer. Last year, it was still light out, and the sun had yet set, and she had us going to bed early. Found I could sleep even in the daylight. 

Found the Muppet's Show on the Disney Channel. Sweetie just loves it. And, like anything else, if it occupies her attention, then it is a good thing. She loves Kermit, and the gang. I must admit I'm enjoying it myself. With the old entertainment stars singing and dancing with the Muppets, it's a hoot.  

Yesterday was a mixed bag of goodies. We were able to get out and play some golf. Got the whole 9 holes in for the first time this year. I was worried about her all throughout the game. She wasn't as willing as she normally is to come and walk with me to the tees or the greens. I had this uneasy feeling that at any moment, I'd look and she would be heading off, down the course, looking for those mythological boys, and we'd have to head to the car and home. She didn't and maybe this is also another progression of her Dementia. We're going out again today, and will see how she does. 

Got a couple of things going on this week. Thursday, is pizza day with the grandboys and family. Should be a good outing. Second, got a call from the youngest daughter. Asking if she and her boyfriend can come over Friday night for dinner. I had extended an invitation for a dinner once a month, and she is taking me up on it. His mom has Dementia and is getting "worse" as she says, and thinks I can help him as he takes care of her. Don't know what I can do, so we'll see what comes about from our dinner. 

One thing I've learned is, don't tell Sweetie about new things coming our way. It only confuses her and gets her on edge. I don't need that. 

Driver knows what I need, and right now, it is slow and steady. Moving ahead at a pace that is comfortable for Sweetie. Mentally and emotionally, she is my superball, bouncing higher, faster and in a different direction then expected. So, Driver gave me a catcher's glove to gently catch her and hold her until the bouncing stops. Always fun, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.