Into that darkness we call Dementia.

Sweetie and Balloons

One of the things Albuquerque is famous for is the Balloon Fiesta. In a store front that is being set up, they are using photo of the Fiesta as cover. Thought it was something that we won't see together again, so it is a fitting shot of Sweetie and her balloons. 

There are mornings that I ponder, what does she think about, does she know what is going on with her, will today be the day she takes another step down into that darkness we call Dementia? 

Whatever she is thinking, I try to keep her day moving. She does not like the times when I leave her alone with the sitters. I think she gets tired of watching TV as much as anyone can, and then she walks off, and back to her bed, her safe spot. 

It is when I get home and find her there, I know she has had enough TV for awhile. That is usually when I get her up and moving. That alone will change her attitude. 

Friday

This was going to be my get away day. It was and it wasn't. 

After I'd gotten Sweetie up and showered, my lady arrived. Sweetie was fed, and I headed for the door and the Corvette. 

As I was leaving our neighborhood, the person in front of me, took off, and I scanned the traffic for an opening for me to move into. Spotting an opening, I took off. That was my big mistake, for the other driver had only moved halfway through the intersection and stopped. 

I collided with their rear end, and hurt my new Corvette. To the point she was undrivable. Luckily, I knew the man that lived in the house I had to park and wait for a tow truck. He offered me a chair, and conversation while we waited. 

When I return to my house, and told my sitter what happened. She asked "How can you be so calm?". 

It is all in the way I've been able to look at life. To believe that acceptance is the answer to all my problems. By being open to this, knowing that there are ups and downs, and as long as I don't put too much weight on events, they seem to work for the good even when they seem bad. 

I'll be without the 'Vette for who knows when. Parts are hard to get, and so, I'm thinking 3 months in the shop. With that time table, I won't stress if I don't have her back. 

Which is good for Sweetie. Because if I get stressed out, she pays for it. I know that for a fact. By putting her first, and everything else second, she gets the benefit of that thinking. 

Well, she was in her safe spot when I got home. So, I came in gave her a kiss, and told her I was home. She wanted to stay in bed, so why ruffle the feathers, I left her there. 

She came out when she was ready, sat with me, and cuddled up tightly. Time to change the mood, and off we went to the mall for our walk about. 

It just started to rain when we got there. While we were walking, we could hear it coming down onto the ceiling. It was a short cloud burst, and was a sprinkle when we headed for the car. 

We had are normal Friday night dinner, and off to a meeting. These meetings are becoming a regular part of our day. I feel they help her use up some of her energy, and she also has friendly people that come and greet her. I have to admit, I like it too. 

When we got home, had desert, and sat in the middle of the couch, cuddling, watching "The Repair Shop" on Netflix, then to bed we went. 

The journey had a sudden change of direction today. Driver was able to clear the way to have a nice place to stop and spend the night. Flat tires are an inconvenience, not a fatal event. You get out, change the tire, and we are back on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up, as we go. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.