Dancing with a gorilla.

Mom, I've got some good news for you.

I have said before, each day there are Easter Eggs to be found. Some seem to roll out of their hiding place, into plain sight. Other stay hidden until I pass them by, and have to look back on the path to find them. Maybe just a glimpse of their beauty is showing, then reaching back to find all the beauty contained within that egg. 

Those are the days of wonder and rest. Like a boxer who is getting beat up in the ring. When the bell sounds, he heads back to his corner, for rest, encouragement, and to plan the strategy for the next 3 minutes. 

A boxer once said, "You can have your plans in place up until the first punch hits you in the face, then all plans go out the window." That is so true about life. 

I can plan each day, know what I want to get done while the sun is still shining. Then I get out of bed, and reality hits me in the face. Maybe a soft jab, a faint move, or a clinch. Whatever the move, I must counter that move, and make a move for myself. 

Sometimes the day is like dancing with a gorilla, you don't quit dancing until the gorilla is done. Then again, it is like dancing with a partner that matches my lead, and we come to the end of the dance with grace and smiles. 

Friday

I was checking my phone and found that I got a call from a number that didn't have a name attached to it. Checking my messages, there is a voice mail. It is from my youngest daughter's boyfriend and he wants me to give him a call. My first thought was that he was going to tell me that he wanted to marry our daughter. 

So, with eagerness, I called him. I was right! He, I'd say they, wanted to do it the old school way and ask, not tell, of their plans. I could not of been happier. 

Today is my support group meeting, getting a golf lesson, and driving Tweety. Just those thoughts alone put me in a happy mood. Sitter is going to show up around 9, and so, I have to get Sweetie up and going by that time. 

She is awake, and is willing to get up. Into the day we start. 

So far, the morning is off and running. Say my good bye to Sweetie, telling her I have some things to do, and she will have company while I'm gone. 

She knows our ladies now, and I hope she will be nice. I tell her to play nice with her friend. 

Driving Tweety is a thrill! Just a little pressure with my right foot, and we're flying. Going to have to learn how to properly apply the power that is available. 

Had a great meeting with the guys. Tales about what is happening, what has happened, and where we are today. I pull the nuggets out, and keep them for when the time is right to use them myself. 

Off to the golf course and my lesson. Played with 3 other gents after the lesson. The first two were of Scottish Heritage. So I told them that I too was a Scott. What fun we had. Then a fourth joined us, and a good round, but the company was the best part. 

Home to again to find Sweetie in her nest, and the sitter's report that after I left, she spent most of the day there. Even when we were alone, she stayed there. I got her come out when dinner was ready. 

While I was cooking dinner, another Easter Egg came rolling out and even tapped me on the foot so I would see it. 

Son called. He had some financial news, and wanted my advice. Huh? Me? He had never asked about money advice before. I was so pleased by what he was asking, I knew, just what it was, and gave thanks for it. Life is good. 

We ended the day pulling into a nice hotel for the night. Driver had made reservation ahead, so we were whisked from the car, to our room, and off the sleep we went. It was a carefree day on the Road to Dementia Town, as we careened down the road, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.