Intimacy's of marriage.

Flowers rearranged. 

I'm going to tell you all about something that usually isn't talked about. Putting two ideas into one may seem out of place, or even wrong. I may even offend some of my readers, or on the other hand, give some relief to others, thinking that they are not the only ones. 

One of the things that I've learned in life, is that I am not the only one doing or experiencing this or that. Feeling embarrassed to say anything because of being ridiculed and thinking that they will loose some friends for your actions. So, you keep it to yourself, and keep thinking "Am I the only one that does this." and if so, does it make it wrong? 

I told my lady and she thinks it is good that what I do is good for Sweetie. 

I trim Sweetie's bush. I have felt that shorting her hair was good for her and me. The shorter the hair, the less poop gets caught up in it. Easier to clean, and on that forbidden side, I get to have some intimate touching with her. 

First of all, I couldn't do anything without her permission, and with her allowing me to touch her, is her way of giving me permission to do it. Also, I know she enjoys it herself, she gets wet, and when I discovered that, it was a thrill for me. To see, feel, smell and taste her again was the thrill of life once again. 

Life without my Sweetie is hard, we all know that, as a spouse, the intimacy's of marriage relations are gone, so anything that can bring some of those memories back are so welcomed. 

Sunday

Saturday night we had a good rainstorm. Lots of thunder and lighting. Not the distant rumbling of thunder that came after the flash of lighting. These were light up the room and clashing thunder that was right after the flash. They seemed to be right on top of us. I even jumped when it hit. 

After it passed, we were able to get to bed and sleep. 

In the morning, looking out the window, I could see just how much rain had been deposited on the ground. As of now, we are having one of the wettest monsoon seasons in a long time. 

Knowing how easy it is to pull weeds with the wet ground, I made plans to get out there in do some weed pulling later in the day. 

I got Sweetie up, and we had a normal morning. Sunday brings about a different breakfast. This is our scrambled eggs and Hickory spam morning, just to break the monotony of cold cereal. Sweetie could careless, it is more for me, then her. 

After breakfast, we just sat, watched some TV, and around noon, headed for the mall. 

After we got back, took Sweetie and had her sit on the front porch bench while I got busy pulling weeds.

With all the rain, everything in the yard will start to grow and I wanted to give the grass the best opportunity it could have by removing the weeds that want to take over.   

Got done with what my plan was to get done. Emptied the bucket, and back inside we went. 

I had a meeting to host on Zoom and Sweetie wasn't happy with me doing it. She wouldn't sit in the room with me at all. She would go between the living room, and back to her safe spot, the bed. 

You see, she wants me in "My spot" so she can sit with me. If I'm not in my spot, she won't be happy until I get done doing whatever it is, and go to the couch and sit. Then she will come over sit down, take my hand, and be happy. For all her ducks are in a row. 

There are things in life that aren't meant to be shared, and Driver knows that. He has given me permission to share with you just a glimpse into my life with Sweetie, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up, C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.