Strange behavior patterns.

Baseball will soon be upon us. 

Spring training is in full throttle now. Games are starting to look like games instead of the kids out playing in a field. Soon, in California, the Freeway series will happen. The Dodgers and the Angels. A hopeful practice of when that day will happen, a world series between those two cross town rivals. 

The weather report was for gusty winds in the afternoon, so we went to the golf course mid morning and we got in a complete game. Sweetie had some leftover emotional unrest from the other day. She just wasn't enjoying herself like normal. She didn't try to walk away, she just sat, didn't smile much, and was out of sorts all during the game. Stand offish would be a good way of describing her mood. 

Even when we were home, it was the same. Stand off, don't touch, no hand holding. To me those are not good signs. Something is brewing and I'd better beware of strange behavior patterns. 

I've mentioned that I think she is starting into another stage of Dementia, and her behavior is a good indicator of that new stage. I know that there will become a time when she won't want to leave the safety of her home, and the more she is agitated outside of the home, the closer that stage seems to be. 

There are days when I want it to be her last day, for this journey to be over. Then my Driver reminds me, that we still haven't reached the horizon yet. We will get there when we get there, not a day, hour, minute sooner. So, sit back, enjoy the ride, for He is in charge and I am only a passenger, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.