They don't stop.

Blue looks good on her.

From a couple of the comments, it seems you liked the idea of a cat/dementia comparison. I feel I hit a home run on that one. 

Because I don't understand a cat's meow, I'm set upon to figure what the cat is meowing about. The same goes for Sweetie, when she is trying to tell me something. The worse thing I could do, is not respond to her mumbling. I know she is attempting to tell me something,  that seems important for her to let me know and I'd better pay attention, other wise she will just go on and get irritated. Like the cat wanting something, or go out side, they don't stop until they get what they want. 

Thursday 

I knew when I went to get her up, she was already awake and had been for awhile. When she is moving, and not seemingly in a hurry to get up, I'll let her stay in bed until I'm ready for her to get up. This way I can have her clean pullups ready for her. I put a panty liner in them, with the idea that when I check her, if she hasn't filled up the pullup, I can just replace the liner, thus saving the use of an extra pullup. 

Sweetie was pleasant when I got her up, she even greeted me with her wonderful smile. Usually a sign that we are going to have a great morning, and maybe a good day. She was peppy and co-operative all morning long. She enjoyed her breakfast, and seemed ready for us to go to the golf course. 

Everything started well, we even chit chatted as we got signed in, and into the cart. She is getting used to staying in the cart with me telling her just where I'll be, what is going on, and that I'll come back and get her as soon as I'm done. It is only when I can't get the cart close enough to the greens, that I have her walk with me. Even with this, it is now getting to be too much for her. 

By the end of the sixth hole, I could see the tell-tell signs of her batteries running low. I told my friends that we were going to head back and so we did. I was correct in assessment of her energy levels. Got her home, and fed, and to bed she went. 

After her nap, I was brave enough to see if she would attempt to do a walk about at the mall. Water battle in hand, as we headed for the car, making her drink at the stop lights, we arrived at the mall.    

She was a trooper, walking at a brisk pace, we marched around the mall. Her head down, finding the right pattern of tile to follow, and off we went. 

On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up some Gatorade and sugary cereal for tomorrows attempt at the golf course. I don't think Sweetie will eat the cereal, but she might drink the Gatorade, anything that helps will be great. 

Made another batch of potato salad, she seems to like it, as so do I. It is a summer thing. 

Dinner didn't go like I'd hoped it would. She was up and down, back and forth, but I was able to get her to eat most of her meal. 

Afterwards, while we watch TV, I can feed her some cholate chip cookies and milk, that wasn't the case last night. I keep thinking that I'm going to cut down on something so she will be hungry at meal time, that won't work. I should be happy that she is eating. For I know that there will be a time when she just won't eat at all. 

These are the days when my Dear Driver is showing me is headed our way. The storm clouds ahead, on the horizon, They seem small, and just so far away, yet they are coming. He told me not to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough worries yet to come. One day at a time, enjoy the Easter Eggs that we find this day. Don't let tomorrow ting this day. For it will all happen when it is the right time. As for today, we are happy as we head down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.