It is our "normal".

Sweetie at the Grand Canyon.

I had always told her that someday we would make the trip to the Grand Canyon together. It was our first wedding anniversary in retirement. I had gotten a log room for 3 days so we could walk around the rim of the canyon and she could get some idea of what I did on my hikes. We only stayed one night and had to go home then next day. If nothing else, I have the memory of making a promise and keeping it. 

It is the little things that make the biggest difference with me and Sweetie. Just knowing that she is eating well, that we are making it through another day together, and still sleeping together, and that is the biggest small thing we share. 

When we can sit side by side, holding hands, smiling at each other, with those love head knots, those are the special small things that seem to make everything as if it is normal. 

It is our "normal". Those fleeting moments where she remembers for a short time of who I am and who we are. For I know that when the handhold on those memories slips, and then they are gone. Than I too am gone for a short time. 

Where she goes, I know not. I know that it is time to try to help her find her way back to  me. When she does come back, I can tell. For she will be having those smiling eyes again. 

Friday

She no longer sleeps up and down in the bed. She is moving all over the bed, pulling the cover up or around her. There are few mornings that she wants to get out of bed. I could just leave her there, but what good would it do us? 

So, it is up and head for the bathroom. Close the door to keep the warmth in. We are now in potty training mode. For the past couple of days, she has had some small success and today was the same but bigger. The plan is to see if we can get a BM out of her that will keep her clean and dry though most of the day. 

I don't know about you, but to sit and do nothing for 10 minutes is hard. Because she doesn't know what her body is doing, I have no visuals to let me know something has happened. It is only when she gets off the potty do I see the evidence of our training time. 

Breakfast, and out to the golf course. Golf buddy is waiting for me, and off we go. The course is busy this morning, and we have a 3 some in front of us. As we finish the 3rd hole, they are waiting for us and allow us to play through. which was nice. 

Did get a birdy, a chip shot, over a hill, and it rolled to the hole. It was my grand come back and play again shot. There was also a par on this round, so it wasn't all in vain. 

Sweetie has been a great trooper again. She isn't wandering off, or complaining. I get her to drink some water as I play and all it good. 

After the game, to the walk about. We get our 2 laps in, but I can tell that she is tiring out. So we head home. Lunch and some quality couch time. 

Around 4 she cannot take keep her eyes open and heads for her nest. 

After dinner, we have a meeting to get to. Here is were I made a big mistake. Upon checking her before we left. I didn't change her pullups, knowing that I was going to do that when we got home and went to bed. Big miscalculation on my part. She soaked through and had a wet bottom about halfway through the meeting. 

Home we came, and non to soon. Upon getting her home, she had a movement and was a mess. Quick shower fixed that, clean pullups, and some Happy Medicine for help get through the rest of the evening. 

On the couch, watching TV, snuggled together we finished our evening. 

The Road to Dementia Town was a smooth ride, except when we drifted off the road. Drive would easily bring us back to the middle of the lane where it is smooth and easy going. So easy that we didn't have to work on Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.