Routine, mundane and boring.

Still holding hands. 

These are the time which memories are made of. It seems that we are in a good place right now. Sweetie is getting tied to my presence, and that is a good thing. As long as she is comfortable with me, and wants the security and peace of mind I bring her, then what else is there?

Wednesday

As we settle into a routine that seems too good to be true, I'll take it. 

Sweetie is up earlier, I know now because I watch her on the Nanny Cam. It is interesting watching her, laying in bed, trying to sleep, fidgeting, and resting. I know she isn't resting, she is restless. I wonder if she misses me? 

We had our normal day of meals, outside activity, and TV. 

Called my new friend and he joined us for a round of golf. He is getting ready to move into a retirement community and took time off from his getting things packed to come out and play. I think his world is in an uproar with the move, so I'll let him tell me when he is ready to play again. 

Routine, mundane and boring don't sound like positives yet they are. This is the lifestyle that is best for Sweetie and me. It is best not to change our way of living now. She cannot easily adapt to sudden changes. They scare her. 

Gone are the days of throwing a change of clothes in a bag, gassing up the cars and take off to someplace for whatever. We used to drive up to Taos for lunch. As for now, maybe we could, but Sweetie doesn't do good in restaurants or walking around. 

I'm going to look into going to the museum of natural history and see how she does. The weather is cooling off, so a trip to the zoo isn't a good idea. Maybe next week. 

So, we sit, and watch the scenery go by. Sweetie checks out the jets flying over head leaving their contrails in the sky. Driver, Sweetie and me, down the Road to Dementia Town we go, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.