Women talk.

Sold my Tweety, awaiting new Tweety.

What did you expect? Another picture of Sweetie? Sometimes you have to break with tradition to put something new on the post. 

My new Corvette is due to arrive any day now, so I had to sell her, and I am now Tweetyless. I am so excited, I think I could wet myself, which is a part of the Cycle of Life.  

Cycle of Life

At age 4... success is... not wetting you pants

At age 12... success is... having friends

At age 16... Success is... having a driver's license

At age 25... success is... having sex when married

At age 35... success is... having money

At age 50... success is... having money

At age 60... success is... having sex when married

At age 75... success is... having friends

At age 80... success is... not peeing in you pants

Saturday

It is my alone day. Hoping that I'd get going early, I kept checking Sweetie. She is awake. I can see her moving about in bed. Just lying there. She seems to be doing that more and more. 

It is like waking up and not knowing where you are. Like Alice in Wonderland. 

That is why when I go to fetch her, I now greet her at the door, before I walk over to the bed. With a happy face, and a cheery "Good Morning Sweetie Pie." I can see her reaction to me. If she looks and smiles, I know she may not know who I am, but she has figured out that I'm a friendly person. 

So the day begins: 

I've got her up, fed her breakfast, and am awaiting for one of my ladies to show up. I've learned if I prep Sweetie for who is going to show up, she is ready for her. We've been doing this for a couple of months, and now with every Saturday covered, they are beginning to find some place in her memory. 

It is fun to watch her react to each one when they arrive. She now lights up, smiles, and even pushes me aside. She has a friend, a woman friend, which I think is special to her. This woman to woman relationships is much more special to her than her relationship with me. 

I think because women can talk "woman talk" to each other, which is different than "men talk". They have built a bond, and I'm so glad of that. 

Today is the day I'm selling Tweety, and am happy and sad at the same time. It was my plan along, and so the feelings of sadness have been replaced with excitement. Keep you posted when the new Tweety comes in. 

After my time away, I returned to a happy home, Sweetie was happy I returned, and so was I. She was feed and ready to go out. 

We did our walk about, she had put on my flipflops, and, once on, they were hers'. Don't fight it, just let her do what she wants. Anyway, her feet need the fresh air. I can remember when there was a time that she would only wear flipflops. Brought back some good memories. 

Funny, how something as simple as changing her shoes can trigger memories. I just might try and buy her a pair of cheap flips and see if she will wear them. Won't hurt. 

There was a time in the evening when Mr. Sundowner's came around. Like the vampire and the cross, I quickly gave her some happy medicine, let her rest, and got her up to come with me to my Saturday meeting. It took some time for the meds to work, so by the time the meeting was about half over, she was back to holding my hand again. The sign that she was back. 

The Road to Dementia Town is a long and winding road. It will take you from the sun shining beaches to the lofty mountain tops. Through the lush valleys to the dry desert of loneliness. Some beautiful, some not so beautiful. It is a road that no one wants to be one, yet here we are. I'm just grateful that I'm not alone. My Driver knows the way, and He will gets us to where we need to be each day. For after all, we are moving with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.