Naked, wet and soapy.

See the hummingbird? 

When life happens, sometimes it goes so fast, that you don't see it until later. Or it goes by so quickly, that you don't remember how important it was. It will take time to marinate in those recesses of your mind to tell you just how important it was. 

There is a big difference in life and living. Living is what you do with your life. You can live it feeling sorry for yourself, for all the reasons that can bring you down, and make life miserable. Or, you can live life to its fullest. 

Fullest doesn't necessarily mean having all that you wish for, or all the money to feed your wildest dreams, it is something different. Something only you can answer for yourself. 

Even with having to take care of Sweetie 24/7, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy that which I have. Sure, I could complain, and probably have, about taking care of her. Of being tied down, cursing the pandemic for limiting what we can do, or, I can find things that bring us both pleasure to fill our waking hours. That is the difference between life and living. 

Sunday

I let Sweetie stay in bed longer than normal. She seemed to be asleep when I checked in on her. 

When I did go and get her, she was ready. A bit stiff from laying in bed, so she moaned and groaned when I moved her. 

When I got her into the bathroom, the prune juice from the morning before had kicked in. So glad it was shower/shampoo day. 

Here is where something simple was a blessing to have, the shower chair. It makes washing her hair a breeze. She doesn't like the water in her face, but she lets me get her hair washed. 

One of my ladies asked me if I get in the shower with her, and of course I said yes. She told me that many couples don't do that at this stage of life. 

For me, that is the difference between life and living. Me and Sweetie showered together for many years and I'm not going to let that quit now. Being naked, wet, and soapy with her, who could ask for anything more. 

We had french toast for breakfast. I'd hadn't cooked that in a long, long time. Sweetie ate it up, and we finished the morning. 

Not much more to say about the day, for most of it was a normal blur. 

The best part was our evening. Sunday is my making marinara sauce and pasta. With Sweetie fretting about, I made our dinner. Made extra for a quick warm up dinner later this week. We got it done, sat down and ate. 

After clean up, TV time. Caught the last of Columbo, and started watching Monk. We had never watched it before, just thought it was too silly at the time. Now, it fits the bill for her. Not too much drama or violence. We sat there for two hours, holding hands, stealing looks at each other, and eating cookies and milk. I could almost cry because it was just that good of an evening. 

With us sitting on the couch, with Sweetie talking Dementia to me, and I'm trying to understand and answer her, it was just a wonderful evening. 

Driver found the "just right" place to park us for the night. We had just spent the day, going here, stopping there, walking in the rest areas along the way. It was a very good day, this day, on the Road to Dementia town. For it was easy to Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.