Hope springs eternal.

Seventh Tee with Sweetie. 

Life is like golf. You hit some good shots, and make some great putts, and as I have said before, it is what you do with the in-between times that make up the game. Walking or riding, it is just the same. 

I wish I could hold these truths in the front of my mind. Knowing and waiting are two different things. Knowing at each tee there is going to be a tee shot, which may determine how well I'll do, and then again, there is the second shot, the recovery shot, which gives me a chance to make par, or I blow it. I never know until the ball leaves the face of the club and is launched or muffed on its way. My attitude makes the difference on how I see that shot. Golf, like life, is one shot at a time, and eventually, I'll get the ball in the cup and head for the next tee. 

Thursday

Its becoming more and more obvious that I need to get those light blocking curtains for the bedroom window. Sweetie is waking up earlier and earlier. Still with the routine of the morning getting done sooner, it still sets the day. 

This morning started with a splash in the toilet. Even though is was way too early for her to be up, the splash meant she just might have a better disposition this day. 

After the shower, changed, and attempted to put her back to bed. She wasn't ready for any of that, so, TV to the rescue. As I finished my morning routine, I was watching her through the Nanny Cams. Soon, she got up and went back to bed by herself.   

When I was getting ready to leave, I made three attempts to her her going, to have her come with me. It was on that third attempt that I was successful. Groggy and tired, she got up and came with me. 

There on the course, the lady that was with us, attempted to engage Sweetie with simple greetings, and low and behold, she smiled and answered. And then it was gone. 

We had the same experience with her energy levels. On the sixth hole, she wasn't eager to get out of the cart, and I could see in her eyes and face, she was running out of steam. So, I kept her in the cart to the end of the round. 

After we got home, had lunch, she headed off to her safe place, and a nap. It is spring, and that means the grass is growing and needs to be mowed. It is at this time I got the lawn mower out and took care of business. 

 I wrote about moving Sweetie's rose bush from out of the shadows into a sunny part of the yard. I thought the bush had died and was getting ready to dig it out and buy a new one to replace it. To my amazement, I found a new sprout coming up from under the old dead stump. Hoping to get some roses next year, glad I didn't remove it and had waited to see the miracle.

Life renewed. Hope spring eternal. Isn't that what we have? Driver knows about Hope springing eternally. That is what He is all about. Never give up, never give in. Wait for the miracle to happen, be on the lookout for the Easter eggs. There are there, as we travel on down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.