Miss the arguments.

It is almost zoo weather again. 

March, in like a lion, out like a lamb and that is true so far this month. It is getting to be zoo weather. Except it is going to be so different this year. Last year the pandemic kept most of the zoo closed and going there wasn't as much fun as it has been in the past. With that in mind, I'm still going to take Sweetie there as much as we can. Hopefully we can make it through the summer. 

Yesterday was lunch with the grandkid's day. It went well. I've found that getting Sweetie a side of meatballs is a good thing for her at lunch time. She will eat two of the three and that leaves one for me, hee, hee. 

As we talked, I brought up I'd purchased cremation policies for the both of us. Which brought up the question of "Will I go back out again?". My answer was yes, because I like women. The other answer, which I didn't say would of been, I don't like being alone. 

With all the time I'm spending taking care of Sweetie, doesn't give the the time and space to think about being alone, yet I am. I have a monolog with her now and then, I hold her hand, we walk together and all that other stuff, and yet I feel so alone at times. Anyone or spouse that is taking care of a loved one with Dementia who reads this understands what I mean.  

I got upset with her yesterday, we went to the golf course and she didn't want to be there, and wouldn't let me mask her. We tussled about and broke the strap on the mask which made it impossible for us to go in. Gotta wear a mask in the pro shop. 

No matter how I kept telling myself it is the disease, not Sweetie, didn't help. I wanted her to know I was mad and she was going to get that through her Dementia mind one way or another. All it did was make her upset because she didn't know what was going on. You know, sometimes I miss the arguments we used to have. The good news is I did get over it, and we finished good. 

It seemed that Driver had found a curvy, steep ups and downs part of the road yesterday. Going left, then right, quickly stopping, and hard acceleration. But we did arrive safely. That is just the way it is on the Road to Dementia Town, as we Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.