Be patience.

5/13/21 Sweetie and Me

Have you ever thought of your life in a Biblical way? How many times I've wonder if my life, Sweetie's life, our lives together can be found in scripture. There are times when I felt like Job. Problem after problem befell him, and even with his friends and wife condemning for some forgotten sin that he needs to confess and at the same time he says he is sinless. Or Joseph, he seemed to be born into privilege, then sold into slavery. Only to prosper in the end. Telling his brothers that what they meant for evil, God meant it for good. I believe that these two examples are capsulations of my life with Sweetie. 

Both of these men never took their eyes off the prize, the object of their faith, the God of their understanding. It is at the end of their journey that the joy of their trials were made know. As it is with Sweetie and me. Be patience for I'm not there yet. 

Thursday

No golf today, and make plans for lunch with the son's family. 

We had our normal morning, up, wash, breakfast, and then wait tell lunch time. 

I'm not taking advantage of these times. Instead of getting out and doing outside things, knowing that Sweetie will either come out with me, or sit safely in the house. I choose to sit in front of my computer and either play computer games or watch stuff on YouTube that entertains me. Then later, I get so mad at myself for doing nothing. 

When it was time to go, I had to wake Sweetie up, she was down for another nap. She is sleeping more and more. As to worry about it, is like willing the sun not to raise and shine during the day. It is just the progression of the disease.

I talked about making a appointment at the Social Security office to resolve our Medicare dilemma. As it turns out, Social Security offices are closed because of the pandemic. Crap! So, now begins the paper trail to resolve the conflict.

While having lunch with the kids, DIL asked if I could use some help. She volunteered her small tribe of boys to come over and help. So, we now have them coming over on Sunday to do some yard work and move some furniture. Now that school is out, and they have time to do this, who am I to stand in their way? 

There are times when my Driver just out does Himself. Then again, is there anything too difficult for Him? Every time I get down, He is there to lift me up. He has done it again. Family coming over to help. Like wings of eagles, He lifts me up. As we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.