Big dummy that I am.

Sweetie with favorite and only DIL.

We had another recovery day. From the time she got up, until when she went to sleep at night. A constant movement. 

Tuesday

I didn't help much, because I cut her hair again. I mean wacked it off. It took two attempts to get it done, and I'm not real happy with the way it got done, but it is done. I know that she won't need another hair cut for the rest of the year. I may trim it up now and then, but for the most part, it is all off. 

I paid my price for the haircut. After it was all done, she became restless, and won't sit next to me, or on the couch. Like the big dummy that I am, it took late in the evening to realize that it was her haircut that upset her. 

She did finally did sit with me and it wasn't a friendly sit. She was stone faced, and didn't want me to touch her. Even when I tried to get her to come to bed, she refused. Got to the point that I thought we would be up all night. When she got up and went back to bed. It was then, lying in bed, that the thought came to me about her haircut. I worried that she would be up all night and then I heard that wonderful sound, the sound of sleep breathing. I could relax and sleep came to me. 

I have an appointment at the VA this morning. My biggest concern is her state of mind. That she be willing to accompany me. She doesn't have a choice in this matter, because she cannot be left alone anymore. 

Driver knows my concerns, and He is a specialist in that arena. I've talked with Him and I can trust that whatever happens today, He is behind the wheel, and know that right turns to make. I know, that whatever happens today, He is there. Driving us down the Road to Dementia Town, even during those times when we are struggling to Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.