Center of my attention.

On the golf course

I is kind of a boring life we lead. Which, in a way, it is good. I'm able to establish a pattern that Sweetie can accept. And then where there is something new, it can be introduced somewhat easily. 

It seems that moving our walk about to right after golf is a good move. For one, my legs don't get sore, which makes it hard for me to walk. At the same time, Sweetie takes her place at to the center of my attention. 

With this sight change in our routine, it seems to make a world of difference with her. Dementia doesn't like being second. With this time of holding hands, walking, and talking to her, makes her so much more agreeable when we get home. 

Friday

It was the closes thing to a normal day that we could have. 

The morning went off without a hitch. Then, golf, walk about, and home. Nap, dinner, and a meeting. 

We stayed at the meeting, for a business meeting, I think I might be the next treasurer. It won't be too hard, and not that time consuming. Thinking about it. 

That is about it. Driver kept us on the Road to Dementia Town, straight down the middle of the lane we are in, as we travel with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.