Choose the biggest safe spot.

Bunch of Scots.

Went to the Highland Games a number of years ago. While waiting in line, found this other clan of Scots  and thought it would be fun to get a picture, and here it is. We always went too soon, and left early. Our interest was mainly for the Pipes and Drum marching bands. Just one more thing that Dementia has taken away. 

If I was to take an old shoe box, write on it "Memories of what we no longer do.", it would be over flowing by now. We are reduced to morning stuff, golf, walk abouts. and TV. 

What am I to do? For what I do with her is limited. It seems that, sometimes, Dementia has a strangle hold on us and when events come about, I have to weight the pros and cons of them. Will it be too much for her to handle? Will the rewards of going out weigh the stress she will go through? And what worked yesterday, will it work today? 

There is always that fine line between content and wanting to get out of there. Most of the time I know what is safe and what isn't and then I choose the biggest safe spot I can for our sanity. 

Saturday

Caregiver is coming this morning at 9, so I get some extra time on the course. I've been monitoring Sweetie and she is awake and moving. Time to get moving. 

Potty training is starting to pay off. She is getting more active, and seems to be getting the idea of what she is there for. 

After some success, we're in the shower, out, dried off and dressed. Time for breakfast. 

I see that she is at the front door, and I told her that I will leave it unlocked and she should come in. It worked this morning. With her arrival, I'm getting ready to leave. 

Put the clubs in Tweety's trunk, and away I go. I just love driving my Corvette. Like in the movie "Top Gun", "I feel the need for speed." The problem here is that the course is less then 2 miles away and I can only get a taste of what she can do. 

My golf buddy is showing up today, so I have time to spare. Get a bucket of balls, and do some warm up, after the bucket is done, on to the putting green. 

It was an average outing, one birdy, one par, and many blown shots. 

Home and Sweetie is sitting at the table, and she doesn't seem to recognize me at first. It is after the caregiver leaves that she warms up and smiles. 

Knowing that we have the rest of the day to kill, I make the move to get to the mall for our walk about. 

Once there, we start out strong. Sweetie is joining in our my make up songs. She is even making up her own ditties. (of course I have no idea what she is saying) I smile and try to join in. 

The down escalator isn't working so we head into the department store to use their down escalator. As we go, there is a spot where our shoes are squeaking, and I'm tell Sweetie, "Squeak, squeak, squeak." When a sales assonate hears me and joins in with I have a clack today. She is wearing her boots, and so, not to be undone, I tell her she is going clicked clack down the track. She smiles as we go our way. 

We are over halfway when Sweetie isn't engaging anymore. She is more on concentrating on her steps. So, it is encouraging time, and as we near the end of our walk about, she is ready to head for the car. 

Home again, we set up for the rest of the day. It isn't until about 4 when Sweetie gets in her nesting mood. That is fine with me. A dose of Happy Medicine, and she lays down. While I fix dinner. 

I've heard some many times about wives, moms, and men like myself, get so bored with dinner, that they just don't want to cook. Last night was one of those nights. I was even thinking of calling the daughter in law, seeing if we could bring KFC over and share a meal with them. No answer, means they're busy. Darn. 

Into the kitchen, and within 30 minutes, we have dinner. I'm cooking on automatic. Will definitely make a grocery run in the morning.

Dinner, watch TV, and to bed. It is earlier than normal for us. I'm just tired, and have been checking out eyelid theater all afternoon, so why wait. 

As we extend our time on the Road to Dementia Town, we are suddenly at the end of our day. Seems early, but why push it? Driver knows I need the extra rest, and, so, here we are. After another day on the road, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up, we're on our way to dream land. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.