Off key, off tempo.

Sunset sky

Sometimes I think I'm just an old man that is clinging onto foolish ideas. That by taking care of Sweetie, that I will ease the pain of what we are going through. Sometimes it mask the pain when we care doing our thing, and she will say something, does something, and my heart will jump for joy. 

Those are the special moments, and moments they are. For once the moments come, they are gone, never to see the light of day again. 

They are the release of the bird, that sits for a moment in your hand, ruffles its feathers, looks about and flies off, never to return again. 

Tuesday

Just another morning, just another time to renew our love to each other. Open the door, to find her looking at me. Tell her it is time to get up, that we have things to do and the clock is ticking. 

She seems to understand and helps me get her out of bed. There are mornings that she needs my help, and then there are the mornings that I find her up, made the bed, and is ready to face the day. 

It was a day where it was a 50/50 wake up. She was willing to let me help her, and up she went, into the bathroom for her daily cleansing. I am so grateful that she can get into the shower and allows me to clean her up. 

After breakfast, we got ready to head out to the course, she sits and holds my hand. 

Get there and get our cart, head out, golf partner is there waiting for us. My game started very well, I was just one over after the forth hole. Then the wheels came off the cart. Kept missing those par putts, so close, yet so far. Short, high or low my just this much. In three holes I went from one over to seven over. I know it is mental, because the more I miss, the more I want to reclaim what I had earlier, and it just isn't going to happen. 

After the round, we headed back home. Today is the day the hospice Dr. is going to check on Sweetie. We have a good talk, and I told him that I feel we are jumping the gun with her right now. That Sweetie still has a long time to go before she will be ready for hospice. 

He agrees with me, and said that it is because of the way I take care of her, that I've created an environment, a positive environment, that will help her through the coming years. Because of that, we set the next appointment for March, six months from now. 

After he left, we head for our walk about. Sweetie was energetic when we started out. She quickly ran out of steam after the first and a half. I kept encouraging her to finish. 

When we got to the car, she was tuckered out. I'm going to reset our time at the mall and figure out how the best way to do a lap and a half. When the time comes, and I have to put her in a chair, we well still be coming to the mall, even if it is only for a change in the scenery. 

Last night we watched "Blue Hawaii" with Elvis. Sweetie had a good time watching it. The heart leaping part was when Elvis sang "Can't help falling in love with you." When Sweetie, for the first time in forever, turned to me, and sang along with Elvis. Off key, off tempo, with a tear in her eye, she sang it go me. I joined her, and we had a trio, Elvis, Sweetie and me. It was the high point of our day. 

With that, Driver brought the car into the parking lot for the night. After a good day on the Road to Dementia Town, we were ready to get out and get some rest. Spent the day Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.