Fresh flowers in the house once again.

More irises.

We haven't had any Irises for about 2 years now. Over the years, the trees have grown, we built a 7 foot tall wall, and because of that, there isn't enough sun to get them to bloom. 

Sweetie would love to come down to the living room to see a vase of roses and irises on the table. 

Now, because of the lack of flowers, there aren't any flowers to put in a vase to brighten up the room. 

I've decided to pull up the irises and move them this fall. We have a garden in the middle of the patio that was one of her ideas. This fall, I'm going to dig up a potion of it and replant the iris bulbs there. Hopefully, there will be enough sun for them to bloom. If so, for that short season, we will have fresh flowers in the house once again.

Thursday

I was in the middle of my weekly phone call with my friend when I checked on Sweetie. She was up, and out of the bedroom. Cutting the call short, and he understood, been doing this for over 20 years. He knows everything that is going on here, so there isn't anything else he needs to hear. 

She was in the living room, sitting on her chair, waiting, staring, and not knowing anything. Do you know what I mean? That stare off into space. Makes me think, just what is she staring at? 

Anyway, she was happy to see me, and off we went to get the day going. 

Because we are going over to the son's house for lunch, this mornings shower was going to be anther top and bottom pit shower. 

Getting her on the potty, this is something new for us, I then take sometime to get things ready for after the shower, and I'll trim her whiskers, run a Q tip across her teeth in an effort to remove food from her front teeth. We have long ago quite even trying to brush her teeth. I do what I can. 

This morning, taking time with her while she was sitting, I was rewarded with her morning BM. So nice to have it where it belong for a change. Up and into the shower. 

I'm sorry ladies, but I am a man, and I enjoy seeing my wife naked, and touching her as the lovers we once were. Cleaning her, washing her, I still get some sense of intimacy we once knew. 

With the shower done, dressed and out for TV and breakfast. The table routine is working so well, that I think it will stay that way until she decides to change it. 

Because of our lunch date, no golf today. So, I spent the extra hours out in front, doing yard work. Sweetie seems content to sit and watch TV, I'm in the front yard pulling weeds, and life is good. 

After lunch, it usually comes down to the DIL,  Sweetie and me at the table, talking. As I was telling her about our visit to the clinic, Sweetie chimed in. She look right at DIL, and began weaving one of her tales. Both of us sat and listened as she talked, waved a napkin, as if it was some sort of document, and told us her tale. 

Of course we didn't understand most of it, but we listen intently. She had our complete attention. Soon, her voice faded and she ended her story. DIL told me that was the most she has hear her talk in two years. It surprised me too, because she just doesn't talk much these days. When I told DIL, that the doctor at the Neurology clinic gave his assumption that Sweetie was healthy, and would live for anther 3 or 4 years, she looked at me and told me she thought that was too long. It is what it will be.   

After lunch and in the car, she continued her rambling. It is as if she had found her voice and had something to say. She would talk and if I wasn't paying her enough attention, she would touch my arm, as if to say, listen, this is important. At that point, I have to make a judgement call. By looking at her face, hearing the emotion, I have to make some response to her. Most of the time, I guess close enough to what she wants to hear, and she goes on. 

She was like that for most of the day. In the car, while walking the mall, watching TV. She would talk, and talk, and talk. I had the joy of hearing her voice once again. 

Last night was rough. She was up, removing the covers, wandering, and going in and out of the bedroom. It wasn't until I told her to get into bed and go to sleep that she finally did. It seemed like she was stuck, get headed in the right direction, then she would stop, not knowing what to do, so she just left, only to come back and do the her bed thing again. I was so happy to get her back into bed and asleep. 

Driver came to the fork in the Road to Dementia Town. One lead to the mountain top, the other to the valley. Asking if we had a preference, I asked for the Valley Road. We had our views of the flowers on the hills, the streams we had to cross, and all in all, it was a pleasant day for us as we drove the Road to Dementia Town, onward, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.