Pesky little bugger.

Love of my life.

That's it, I've had it. So, went and got my flyswatter. Yep, there is a fly in the room with me this morning. All it takes is one fly, and even though it isn't landing on me, it is buzzing the screen, just enough to be annoying. Of course, I have to wait for it to land to have my revenge and peace of mind. Pesky little bugger. 

I was thinking of how each day is strangely the same, and yet different. I so don't want Sweetie to suffer, and then again, is the suffering more on my part then on hers? 

I think it is on myside of this daily living that I consider her as suffering, it is more like my train of thought. She is just living life, daily life, as her mind tells her she is living. She doesn't know how badly she is failing, so she just goes on from day to day. 

So, I will make my choices on how to treat her, on what she will wear, where we go, and when she gets up and goes to bed. She is so child like in some manner. 

I pay her the most attention now, then post honeymoon days. When we were comfortable with each other and just a little maintenance was needed to keep the marriage together. 

Little loving, little discussion on how our days went, or "What is for dinner?", what to watch, and the big question of "did you wash my ....?"

I even miss the fights we had over all that important stuff that now doesn't matter a hill of beans now. No matter how "normal" I try to make it, it isn't. 

Tuesday

Amazed on how perky she is this morning. She even tried to get herself out of bed. I only had to help her stand up, she was wobbly a little bit. (Damn fly, it is buzzing all around me. I have too many loose objects that it lands on and if I swat it there, pens, pencils, and the like will go flying, just like in a cartoon. Waiting for the sun to come up so I can hunt it down. As of now, it is too dark to do that, so I wait. Vengeance will be mine.) 

In the bathroom, her overnight pad is wet, but not wet enough for me. I judge her water/liquid intake by what happens over night. Going to push water on her today. Don't want her to get dehydrated. I have a plan, as always, to get her to drink sneakily. 

For breakfast, we have raisin brand, banana, and prune juice. She is doing little movements, but I know there is a big one in waiting, just going to give it some help escaping from her holding area. 

Off to the course, and had the best round ever. 2 birdies, 3 pars, two of the longest drives in a long, long time. Coming in with a 35. I was thrilled. (Got him!!)

Stopped on the way in, and talked with the pro that gave me my lesson. Expressed my thanks for the improvement in my game. He was pleased to hear his lesson did some good. 

Back home, lunch, and TV. Just when I was getting ready to head for the mall, Sweetie headed for the bedroom. We had been napping on the couch, watching eye lid theater and she was ready to lay down. 

When we did go out to the mall for our walk about, my legs were tightening up, and we could only make one lap around the mall. 

It seems that eating dinner has a new procedure. We sit on the couch, and I feed her. If she doesn't want more, and I know she hasn't had enough to eat. I stop, wait, and then offer her another bite. We do this until her bowl is empty. She is like Dennis the Menace, stubborn with dinner, and eager for desert. 

Get out the desert, and she is there eagerly with open mouth waiting for her next spoon full. 

Dinner done, TV done, and off to bed we go. 

Driver tilts His driving cap back, turns and smiles at us. What a good day it was. Down the Road to Dementia Town we drove, and as always, we Kept our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.    Arthur.