A good day done.

Grandson's birthday costume.

"As if", a phrase that is beginning to make more sense to me. In my ageing in AA, that phrase is vital to my sobriety. When I cannot see the wisdom in what is going on, I must act "as if" good is coming out of it. 

Like grandson's birthday party. I have to act as if we are having a good time, and we are. To put on a happy face when I don't feel like it. Simply because a sad face isn't what is called for at a time like that. 

I have to take myself out of the spotlight and move to the wings of the stage. I will have my time in center stage when the script of life calls for my part to be there. That is something that I'm so learning. You would think that I have learned that already. 

Each day is a new day, a new learning day, if for nothing else, to keep my head and heart moving in the right direction. To the care and feeding of my Sweetie Pie. 

Much of my willingness and desires to care from her comes from this, right here. 

When I can come in, sit down, and look at all the Easter Eggs that I've gathered over the years. There is beauty in those eggs, there is wisdom in there too. I've just have to find and open and keep remembering that it is my lover I care for, and my Driver will keep filling my love fuel tank when necessary. 

Thursday

Its my morning to meet with an old friend. Jack and I have been maintaining a friendship over the phone for many, many years. 

It started with a home Bible Study that developed into a lasting friendship. His wife, Ida, and Sweetie became soul sisters, Jack and me are mentors to each other. 

 I keep them in the loop so that they know all that there is to be known. I know I couldn't do what I'm doing with Sweetie without the support I get from people in my life. Like you my readers and dear friends like Jack and Ida. 

Bible study morning. Means I get Sweetie up a little earlier, because it starts at 10. So, up, some difficulty in getting her up, she is stiff and sour. 

Up she comes and the morning begins. Still no action from the brain cereal and prune juice. She is still showing some movement, but not the big payload I'm hoping for. 

At the table for breakfast. We've run out of bananas, so it is just cereal and juice. She doesn't seem to miss the bananas, and that is good for us. I worried about the bananas not being there. Worried that she wouldn't eat her cereal because it was different without the bananas. She didn't care, she ate it all. 

Got to the church, and it was locked up. For some reason, the study didn't happen. I figured that we are not part of the congregation, we didn't get notified of the cancellation. Oh well. 

Out to play some golf, and enjoy the day. It was a great day. Weather was perfect for an early fall day. Had a OK day on the course. Sweetie was just not herself, I worried she would do "something", if you catch my drift. There were no incidents, and so we finished the round and headed for the mall.  

On arriving, things went OK, again. While we were walking, she just kept her head down, and marched on. I tried many times, as I do, to get her spirits up. She just wasn't responding well. So, we only did a 1 1/2 lap and headed home. 

When we got there, she headed for her nest, and stayed there. Didn't eat lunch, and just was out. Tried to get her up, but she wasn't having anything to do with it.

Was able to get her up for dinner, and to the meeting. Got home, watched TV, had desert, and bed. Over all, a good day done. 

Driver wants me to check that we haven't forgotten anything from the last stop. "Got it all." and off we go. Another day down the Road to Dementia Town. Beautiful day, blue skies, and we are Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.    Arthur.