A day done good.

Sweet as she can be.

Like writing with a pen, that you can see the amount of ink that is in it, it is slowly being used up. The level moves, oh so slowly with each stroke of the pen, that you cannot see it being lowered. Then on day you see that it has. Either by some marking on the pen, or just that there is a marked difference in the level  of the ink. 

That is what it is like living with Sweetie. I notice changes that seem to appear out of nowhere, and then are gone. Just a touch, or a slip, and she is different. I can't put my finger on it, and yet as the days go by, her change settles in. 

It can be as simple as the joy of her smile isn't there, and then it is the not holding hands, little behavior changes, and I know this time we have is coming to an end. 

Monday

It is the second time I've gone in to get her up. She still seems to be sleeping as I go to check on her. She stirs and sees me. She doesn't seem to be happy to see me. 

As I get her up, she has a bit of trouble catching her balance. Taking both of her hands, I help balance her, and head for the bathroom.

Normally, I'm all business, down with pants, on the potty, give her her CBD, trim her chin and neck, brush her teeth with a cotton swab with some toothpaste, you get the idea. 

There isn't any relax time, time to sit and let nature do what nature does. This is the morning that after the "stuff" we just sat and waited and was rewarded with a movement. 

Into the shower, to finish the clean up, then to breakfast we went. 

We have our breakfast, and she just doesn't see to be with it. She eats, and that is just about all. I do get a smile out of her when I bring her her toast with sugar and cinnamon on it. 

As she eat, I prep for the day. Make the bed, and get myself ready. When I go to get her, she is still in that foggy, slow, stage of getting ready to go. 

When it is time to go to the golf course, she just doesn't want to move. So, it is a solo time again. 

Making sure she will be safe, I leave. Before I go, I try to tell her where I'm going and that I'll be back. She seems to understand and at the same time, I know that she won't remember that I told her where I was going and that I'll be back. 

Checking on her, via the phone, I see that she is back in her nest, waiting for me to return. 

She doesn't want to get up when I come in. So I leave her there. I figure she will come out when she is ready and when she does, I'll make something for her to eat and then head out for some grocery shopping. 

We may be making more grocery shopping trips as time goes on. She doesn't seem to be as energetic these days and I don't want to have a fainting spell while we are shopping. I've made a shopping list on my phone, so when I get 4 to 6 items that need to be replace, we head out for the store. That gives us about 30 minutes in the store, then home.  

I have one bag that I put one or two items in for her to bring into the house. It makes her feel valuable by helping. 

Back home, I think it is a good time for her to sit on the potty. With some encouragement, I get her there. As long as I'm with her, she sits. This time, the sitting works. 

While I'm putting the groceries away, she goes back to her nest. I know she won't come out, so I go and kiss her a good nap kiss, and leave her alone. 

Spent most of the afternoon like that, me watching TV and my phone. Sweetie saying put on her nest. 

Later, she came out, sat with me. We had our 2-stage dinner, me feeding her, and then I get my dinner. Off to a meeting, and home. Dessert and off to bed. A day done good.  

Driver took us on a different road today. Just a glimpse of what is ahead. For we are heading for a different type of Road to Dementia Town these days. It will be alright as long as we Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.