Irises.

Sweetie's Irises. 

To tell the truth, Irises are one of my favorite flower. My favorite are Daffodils. Which, I believe are part of the same family grouping. Part of the first to spring up in the spring, and only have a very short life span. For whatever the reason, I could never get the Daffodils to grow in our yard. I might try next year. 

We've had a terrible time with bark beetles infestation. There are so many trees that are either dead or have been ravished by them. This year, I've begun a project of cutting off the dead limbs of those trees that have survived. 

I feel like it is part of my rehabilitation, preparation of my being alone later in life. It maybe tough to do, and even ugly at first, but eventually, the new growth will fill in the gaps and be beautiful again. 

Tuesday

Sweetie did one of her up early, so, I went to her, thank you Nanny Cam, and got her cleaned up. Then put her back to bed again. This is a new behavior taking place, and I wonder if it part of the new stage of Dementia she is moving into. 

Took lunch over to the kid's house. Got tired of pizza, so I went to Rudy's BBQ, and got a lunch for the herd. The last couple of times I did this, there seemed never to be enough. They are all meat eaters, and so, I over ordered Brisket, and Ribs. Finally, there was leftovers. I leave what is leftover with them. 

DIL, told me that they have attempted to encourage the oldest daughter to try and spend sometime with her mother. She says she can't, it is too hard on her. If you ever watched Winnie the Poo, and the character, Piglet, is a good characterization of her personality. I appreciate their effort, but I doubt if any good will come of it. 

You know, when you grow and observe, I know, and so do they, that nothing will come of it. If nothing else, the oldest might feel important because she was encouraged, so therefore important, but not enough to step up and help. 

Just an idea, I could attempt to get her to come over when I have my caregiver here. She wouldn't be alone, and just might learn how to take care of her and ease her fear. 

"Good Idea." That is what my Driver's answer is, and can you figure out who gave it to me? Who else, but the originator of all ideas. Give it a try. He is the one that comes up with the idea, so, I'll give it a try. After all, what else is there to do, as we drive down the Road to Dementia Town, looking for ways to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.