Eagle opportunity

Sweetie and the "Per" boys.

The Er boys. Remember the movie "Ben Hur"? Charleston Hesston, was in the family last name Ben Hur. Well, if not by accident or coinstances, each name of the boys ends in er. The are left to right, oldest to youngest, Asher, Dexter, Jasper. The Er Boys. If you didn't notice, they love their grandma. I am so pleased that they welcome her in every time we show up. DIL, wants them to know who she is, and have memories of grandma's visits. Makes me feel all warm all over. 

Hired our second caregiver for us yesterday. The jury is still out as to how she will fit in, but from what I saw, she will work out just fine. 

Just to let you in on a secret, I'm tight with money and have been looking out more for my pocket book, then for my relief. The first experience with our first lady, and the freedom that she brought, I was able to see that we can afford it, and the relief it brought only made the second caregiver a natural idea. That means the cost to solution is well worth the value it brings to me. 

Saturday 

I was nervous about leaving Sweetie with the new caregiver, knowing Dementia doesn't like change. Adding or subtracting can be causes of emotional upheaval. At the same time, leaving her with her known caregiver gives me some relief. 

Gotta tell you about my golf game. How things progress is amazing. When I first retired and started playing again, I was spraying balls all over the place. I had one goal back then, play the round with the same ball I started with. Easy goal, you would think, it wasn't. then it was to have more better shots then bad. Then I had my first par, and then it was games with a par in a row. Yesterday, on the par 5, I was on in 2, and was putting for my  first ever eagle opportunity (that is 2 under par). So exciting for me. That will be my next big goal, to eagle a hole. 

Got home, and set about getting a working arrangement for lady #2. After they left, it took awhile for Sweetie to relax. 

I made her a half sandwich for lunch, and she ate it quickly, so good to see her eat. Later we took Tweety out for a drive with the top down. It was nice to get out on the open road and just drive. 

When we got home, I don't think Sweetie had completely unwind from the days experience with the new caregiver. I think this will pass as she gets to know her better. 

After we went to bed, I was awaken by the motion of her getting out of bed, she was wandering some, got up and checked on her, and she was fine. She soon came back to bed and back to sleep. I've learned that if I try to herd her back to bed, she gets defiant, and that gets her awake more, and the merry-go-round starts up. Tis better to make sure she is safe, and not worry about it. I know she will come back to bed when there isn't anything else to do, and she knows I'm there too. Between the bed and me, she knows she is safe. To me, that is all that counts. 

Safe, and the ability to relax, that is what I find when I'm riding with my Driver. Out the windows of the car, I see the land go by, with it, there are the beautiful landscapes, and the rut, fallen trees, and dried plants. They are as much of life and are the green flowering areas. As long as I'm with my Driver, they continue to go by, just like life with Sweetie, it just keeps on going. He knows when we will arrive at our destination, so we sit and watch the world go by as we are on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.