Hopeful thinking.

Sweetie, birthday buddy and me

I feel so fortunate to have a wonderful DIL. We had our difficulties becoming friends. Especially my behavior and ability to offend others. She, in some ways, has assumed a position of counselor. I trust her wisdom, and if I'm seeking a woman's opinion on a matter, she is right person for me to go to. 

I have come to realizes that I have blind spots in my knowledge. So, I am willing to find those who have a better grasp on other worldly view than I do. Before I would reject them out of hand, because of my blind spots. Now I allow myself to be better informed and rounded by their viewpoints. 

Right now, I wondering if it is just hopeful thinking, or a blind spot, that is causing me difficulties. 

Friday 

I was watching Sweetie move around on the bed and I knew that I would have to get her up soon. She was attempting to go back to sleep, but I think Dementia wouldn't let her. 

To no surprise, she was wet when I went to get her. I'm finding more and more, it is, or seems to be, her being wet that is waking her. With the A/C on, she gets cold, and that seems to be the  problem. Or, it sounds like a good reason to me for her to get up. It is mornings that she hasn't soaked through that she seems to sleep longer. 

Because of who is coming to sit with her, I felt it would be a good morning to do a complete shower on her. This means for me to get into the shower with her, for we are going to wash her hair. 

She has such thick hair, and now that it is short, it is easy to wash. The shower chair is a real blessing for this task. So much easier, quicker, and she doesn't get upset. Keep talking as we go, and next thing Sweetie knows, we are done and she is squeaky clean and out of the shower. 

Something new has been added to her breakfast time. This morning she didn't eat her cereal, she just mixed it and mixed it until it became mush. She didn't eat one spoonful. After many attempts to try to get her to break the mixing mood she seemed to be stuck in, I gave up. Made her some toast, with CBD, cinnamon and sugar and she stopped the mixing and ate the toast. Was happy to get her to eat something. 

Leaving her at the table, went about with my morning task. Stripping the wet sheet off the bed, remaking the bed, and using the last of the drop cloths for the bed. 

Knowing that my lady was coming tomorrow, pulled the laundry out of the washing machine  (use it as a hamper until it is full.) and separated the items into three loads. Washed the sheets and pillow cases, leaving the other two for my lady to finish. 

When I was done, went to check on Sweetie. She had fallen asleep at the table. Guided her back to bed, and left for the course. 

After my round, I spied the course pro, and told him about my Hole in One. Because there wasn't anyone to see it, I didn't expect what happened next. He asked if I wanted it to be published. It seems that when something like that happens, they inform the local newspaper and get it published. Neat, going to have my name (misspelled as usual.) in the paper. 

Had to go back over to the boys house to get our quilt, and get some of that great birthday pie. A big piece of banana cream and peanut butter cup pie. 

Then it was stopping at the grocery store on the way home, shopping, than home. After unloading and putting groceries away, we headed out for a walk about at the mall. It was a pain free walk for me, the first in sometime, then back home we went. 

Wasn't sure what we would have for dinner. We watched a show on Roku TV called "The Shape of Pasta." I was expecting each episode to be minimum of 30 minutes with 20 of those minutes being filler to make a 30 minute show. 

Pleasantly surprised, only like 9 to 12 minutes per show. Anyway, one of the things was the different sauces that were used. It sparked my imagination. 

So, we had chicken, celery, diced tomatoed, pineapple, cooked with teriyaki sauce. Mixed with shell macaroni.

To my surprise and wonder, Sweetie liked it, and ate, and ate some more. Then when I broke out the pie, she did the same. 

          

Sweetie isn't going to bed at night as easily as she has been, and I think it is my fault. After dinner and before bed time, we sit on the couch and watch TV. What I forget is as the clock ticks, the CBD is loosing its effectiveness. So, when we go to bed, she is out of CBD and Dementia thinking takes over. 

Last night she was up, trying to strip the covers off, not just the bed, but me too. She kept this up for about an hour. When she left the room, following her, was able to get her to take some CBD, and put lotion on her hands. That was the answer to a night of restful sleep. 

Knowing and remembering are two separate items for me to remember. To give her CBD an hour before bedtime just might short circuit these late night wrestling matches. What counts is that she did get some sleep. 

Sleep, relaxation, refresh. Those are the things I know I can do while Driver is behind the wheel. Keeping us safe and secure as we drive down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.