Whispering in my ear.

Getting sunshine

Sweetie loved the military. Her father was a career sailor, retiring as a master chief, with gold strips. For those who are unfamiliar with the honor of the gold strips, it means that he never had a discipline action on his record for those years, ie Captain's Mast, military court, through out his career. Because he shared it with his family, she loves the military. This is one of the ways she would show how she felt. Even when it was unpopular to show support, that is when she would shine. 

Sweetie influenced me on a regular basis. With her language skills and wanting me to be the best I could be, she would encourage me to speak correctly. Over the years I found myself doing what she wanted. It did prove to be a worthy effort on her part. I even hear her now over my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "is that what you want to say." or, "You can do better, think about how you said that.". Living with a wordsmith can only help me by raising my communication skills. I miss that.   

Thursday

Ran out of her overnight pads and when we went shopping, Walmart of also out of them. Pick up a substitute hoping that they would work until I could get her regular pads. 

When I got her up, she was wet, but not as wet as I thought she would be, so, OK for now. 

When I went to turn the TV on for her, I could not find the remotes. Signs that Sweetie had gotten up in the night, went to the living room, and moved the remotes to a "safer place." Here is one of the best reasons I child proof the doors. If I hadn't, who knows where she would of wondered off to. Best safety upgrade I've ever done. 

With breakfast done, and she is eating more cereal now, and I've learned that when I'm finished, if I leave her at the table, she will continue to eat her food until it is finished. 

Off we went to the the course, extra water in hand. It is a short drive to the course, and I was able to get her to drink twice from the bottle while we waited for the light to change. One of my ways of getting her to drink. I drink, and hand the bottle to her. 

My game was about normal, had a couple of pars, a couple of chances for a birdy, missed them. And the 8th hole is just a bug-a-boo for me. It seems to be the game buster lately. I know it is a mental block, so I just have to play through it. 

Home, lunch and tried to get Sweetie to take a nap. She tried and failed. I had to get the grass cut, so after asking her if she wanted to go out with me, and she didn't, I made sure she was safe, and out to the yards I went. 

After that, we headed to the AA general office. I celebrate 8 years of sobriety this month, and wanted to get my 8 year coin before the time, so I could share it with my home zoom group. While we were there, the people that run the office were happy to see us. Haven't seen them since the pandemic. They greeted Sweetie, and while we were there, she made her attempt to join in the conversation. Made me happy, because that meant she felt comfortable. 

Then off to the mall for our walk about and home. A simple dinner, franks and beans, watched Narnia, and then off to bed we went. A good day by any standards. 

My Driver was able to steer around the numerous pot holes in the Road to Dementia Town, that could of caused us distress. To have such a day is a good thing. Cracking the window, to allow the sweet aroma of the flowers in, to see the cloudless sky, and hold hand in the back seat, who could ask for anything more. For after all, we are moving with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.