Her old flipflops.

In the shadow of His wings.

As the sun comes up and a new day begins, the question that always faces me, is what are we going to do this day. What new and different awaits us. 

With Sweetie I never know. I can't track the losses, I can only see where she is at the end of the day. Those times, like the waves on the shore, that come in and wash away her memories of the day before. She is like a cork floating on the todays. Not remembering the yesterdays, and not able to comprehend tomorrows. There are times when the cork gets pulled under by the current, but then it pops back up to float again. 

Wednesday

It was difficult to get her up. She just didn't want to move. Knowing that it will take some persuasion to get her going, I got her up. Once up, the rest was easy. 

To my surprise, she was dry this morning. A bit of concern because it meant that she might be dehydrated, which could explain her unwillingness to get up this morning. So, with that information tucked away, with the plan to make sure she gets water into her this day, it is time for breakfast. 

Brain flakes and SunnyD is on the menu this morning, and of course her toast and jelly, this is where I put her second dose of CBD without her knowing it. 

I found her old flipflops and showed them to her. Oh how she lit up. It was like finding an old friend. She slipped her feet into them, and it was like a she had found an old friend that made her feel complete. 

Out of another day of golf and walking about. Golf is becoming more of a concern for her. She seems to get out of sorts about half way through the round. She isn't trying to wander, she just sits with a stone face on. 

I've found that once back in the car, she seems to recover. Then again, while we are doing our walk about, she seems to be loosing strength. Towards the end of our walk about, she becomes heavy footed. That is when I call to her, to have her look at me and smile. When she can't smile, I worry. Then she will start leaning forward and she is taking heavy steps to keep going. I know that drill, it is one that I would do when out hiking. Energy is low, but I have to keep going. It is at this time I get so worried that she might pass out, I had her sit down for a minute to regain her strength and help us continue to the car. 

Home and lunch, and then we both took a nap. I kept waking myself up by snoring, how silly of me, all I had to do was turn over, and I would be out like a light. Felt good. 

Had to get back our and do some grocery shopping. Our trips are beginning to become more frequent and quicker. There is a nagging concern that she just not make it. Nothing that I can put my finger on, it is just the idea that she has to be near me, holding my hand for dear life, and the thought of her having one of her fainting spells scares me. 

Today was our TP and Napkin day. Got more cereal, and just the normal. I get only on gallon of milk, which last about 3 days, so we have to go again. Usually it is milk, bread, and bananas. Got to have bananas, because she is so use to having them on her cereal, she will mix it until she finds them. 

Got home, put away the groceries and then we spent the rest of the day inside, and watched TV. Glad we did, for a thunder storm came and went. We're getting a good monsoon season this year. 

Driver saw the clouds on the horizon and took a turn to avoid them. There are days when we have to face the storms straight on, then there are days when we can avoid them. This was a day we were able to avoid the storm clouds. I'm thankful that my Driver knows different ways to go around storms when we can. For we are on the Road to Dementia Town, and as best we can, we are keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.