The carrousel

Sweetie and the Carrousel.

It is my Sweetie's one ride that she would go on, the Carrousel. She would get motion sickness on anything that would move about quickly. 

When we would go to Disneyland, I would think to myself, what a waste of money. With all the rides, the adventures awaiting, she would just want to walk around and look. She would go on the non-violent rides, like Peter Pan, Its a Small World or the Snow White, you know the kiddy rides. 

But like everything else, we'd work out a unspoken compromise and had fun doing it. One of the things that helped the most was when we found out about the Chicken door. It was a exit point for the couples, like us, to stand in line together until the time to get on the ride. Then the non rider could exit, and wait for the ride to come to an end, and get together once more. 

If I was to compare Dementia to Disneyland, it is a wild ride, it doesn't end, and there isn't a chicken door for me to use. I'm all in. 

Thursday

We had something new added, a Bible Study. Sweetie was eager to attend. She was the Bible scholar of the two of us. Because her dad was a preacher, she paid attention to his sermons, and his living style. She has most of his reference books, and we would use them to prepare Sunday school lessons. I learned a lot from her dad, vicariously. 

When we got there, there were only two other people there, but before long others joined the group. It was a lively time, discussion, and we both enjoyed it. So, something new has come along for us, and it is welcomed. 

The other exciting, or challenging time, was going down to a used car dealer to try and sell my corvette. 

I had gotten an online price, and was willing to accept it. After sitting for over an hour, and Sweetie was getting restless, I went and asked how much longer? A sob story, and then another half hour to get the paper work. 

Nope, nada, it isn't going to happen. Too long. I'm just happy that her son was there with us and was keeping her occupied. Wanted my key back, and out the door we went. As we were leaving, an offer of the purchase price with a 5 day time limit on it, was refused by me. I hate to wait, especially when I have Sweetie with me. I really think if I hadn't asked on how much longer I had to wait. I think waiting is a tool for them to use to make it easier to take their offer and get out of there, we'd just might still be sitting there.   

With Sweetie acting up, and me not in such a good mood, you'd think we'd have a bad evening. Well, you'd be wrong. 

Home, dinner, then out to a meeting. It was just what we needed. 

Home, to bed, and good night. 

With all the twist and turn of the day, we ended up right where we belonged. Driver did it again. Navigated the Road to Dementia town, all the while Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.