Happy and sad.

Happier days. 

As we move further and further down this road, the better the past memories are. Take this one. We are in California, at an Angel game. As of today, this will never happen again.

The simple idea of throwing some clothes into a bag, making reservations, for a get away, to go to those places that we had made plans to do once we had retired, will never come to pass as a couple. 

We have done some of the those planned trips, but they weren't as fun as they should of been. Our trips to Hawaii, to California and the beach, to Florida, to get Tweety and the drive home. All are in my memory bank and drawing interest while hers are no longer with her. 

I am half a man, two halves making the whole, with holes in the whole. I live one half in the pass while the other half is taking care of the now. Sweetie is the link to both parts of my whole. My memories are linked to the now. I use the past to remember why I live, breath, and move in the now as I care for her. 

Monday

7:30 and she is up. Moving quickly, I'm at the  bedroom door, opening it, I find her making the bed and happy to see that I'm with her, and so another day begins. 

She is wet and dirty, so into the shower, and with as little struggling as possible, she is washed, dried and dressed. 

Out for breakfast. A big bowel of cereal, banana and Ensure. 

Leaving her at the table, I head off to get my morning chores done. Sometimes I amaze myself on how I've assumed these duties without complaint. For after all, just who am I going to complain to? It is life as we now have, and it is better than sitting alone cleaning up after myself. 

There was a wrinkle in this morning routine and it was the time. Sweetie had gotten up an hour earlier than usual and I was ahead of my time schedule by an hour. What to do. 

With Sweetie sitting at the table, eating and watching Winnie the Pooh, I took the time to do some more weeding in the front yard. 

My across the street neighbor was getting ready to go to work, and came over to chit, chat a bit. He told me how they watched me always going off to work (I'd worked two jobs most of my working life.) and was both happy and sad about how things worked out for us. 

He reminded me of how well off, financially, we are. To tell the truth, we are better off now then when we were both working. The trick is no debt and that is one less big worry to worry about. 

When I did come in and got ready to head out to the course, Sweetie was asleep at the table. Got her up, back into bed, and away I went. 

When I returned, she was up. I got her some good old applesauce and she ate it, then another and then half of a sandwich. 

After lunch, we tried a walk about, and it was me who had the problems. My legs will ache as we walk. I had to stop a couple of times to stretch them. It helped me enough to finish our walk about. I don't know if the stops helped her, I just know we made it. 

The Road to Dementia Town is getting trickier everyday, it seems. Yet, we seem to make through each one of them. Besides, if it wasn't for the narrowing of the lanes, the detours, and bumps and turns, it just might be boring. That is what we find, as we go, Driver, Sweetie and me, down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.