Plan for the best

At breakfast

As we sit and eat breakfast, I remembered that I was going to take a picture a day of Sweetie, to keep a photo record as we live each day together. 

Last Monday was my 8 year sober anniversary. One of my lady friends wished me a happy birthday and added this. "I know the what is going on with you, and you're doing it with such grace." Man, did that make me fill humble, uplifted, and encouraged all at the same time.

I think we are set for the 6 months or so. With her new long sleeve t-shirts and her haircut, that should get us through to January 2022. I shouldn't have to give her another trim until then. With the shirts, fall and early winter around the corner, she will also have enough warm clothe for what is coming. 

Plan for the best, expect the worse, and usually what happens is somewhere in the middle of those two points. That is the point of the last paragraph. The worse, Sweetie going home, the best is that we are still together. Life is what happens between those two points. 

As you know, I've been leaving Sweetie home when she naps and head for the golf course. Having more confidence that she won't harm herself, and is safe. One of my neighbors saw me leaving by myself, and asked if I had put her in a home. She was surprised by my answer, which is how I started this paragraph. After hearing my answer, she quickly scurried back home leaving with the old "If you ever need anything, give me a call." She has a good heart, and I'm glad she is one of my neighbors. 

Tuesday

I'm usually up between 2 and 3am each morning. I get my solitude time. I get to talk to you in my blog, and I get my AA meeting on zoom done before I get Sweetie up. This is the time where I get my emotions in order, for the day ahead is a mystery and I need to have them well feed and ready for this day. 

After our normal morning routine and breakfast, the time for me to head for the course was soon upon us. Sweetie didn't act like she was going to go back to bed, so I told her where I was going, and in her way, she wanted to go with me. Knowing that the past couple of times, we didn't make the last couple of holes, I was concerned. 

I'm happy to report, we made the complete 9 holes. I was worried that she would get out of the cart and wander off, so, that effected my game just enough to not have the best round possible. Anyway, some golf is better than no golf at all. The best part is she made it, and I was happy. 

It looks like our son is going to be the next in line to get Sweetie's Mazda. His van is dying a slow death, and what was going to be a grandson's vehicle, just may turn out to the next family car. 

It is in the shop now, and got a call from the dealership, so far, it is under $1K, but that is just to get it started, will know more when they get the parts in and fire her up. I'm happy that her car going to be in the family for a few more years. 

Son called to get an update on the car, he was disappointed with the time in shop. He is still a big kid and wants to drive mom's little hot rod Mazda. I smile that knowing smile. 

We had a good day, I not only got my golf game in, also got some yardwork done. Pulling weeds, transplanting grass from back to front, and just enjoying the day.

We also did our walk about later in the day, which was good for both of us. 

The best time is the evening time. This is where I get refreshed, refilled, and relaxed. This is where our hearts talk to one other. This is the where the wonder of love comes in. 

"Makes it all worth while." is what Driver is whispering in my ear. The reward of the day, is the Heart to Heart talk. Words cannot express the joy that comes from just sitting and being one with her and her with me. As we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.