Three Blind Mice.

The Grand Canyon.

I find myself emotionally frail sometimes. There are things that are going on in this world that makes me so damn mad, that it can ruin my whole day. I can't tell what they are, simply because the reasoning won't fit into this blog. It is meant to deal with Dementia, and living with it, not the other stupid stuff that is going on. 

Outside of that, or should I say skirting the issue. We had a good day. 

Saturday

I was watching but not paying attention to what Sweetie was up to while laying in bed. She had her legs up, and so I knew she was awake. Upon entering the bedroom, I found that she had pulled off her pants and pullups. She was like a child finding something in their diaper's and then smearing it everywhere. On her, on the top sheet, on the bottom sheet, and so it was shower time. 

On top of that, my sitter had cancelled because of family reasons, and I had made arrangements for #2 to fill in. She had forgot to tell her daughter, and she was now babysitting her granddaughter while her daughter was working. Oh well. 

Because of reasons I won't get into, I didn't play golf this morning. So, I tried another course, and when we got there, Sweetie had peed through her pullups. So, we headed back home. 

It seemed to be where I needed to be. Sweetie had been every active and we were down to her last pair of pants, plus the sheets needed to be washed, along with the bedspread. 

As it turned out, it was the right day for us to be home. I had the lawns to mow, and finish the laundry. Also I had time to flood the planter where I was going to transplant our Iris's.

When I felt Sweetie was ready and after the yard work. We headed for the mall and our walk about. I'd ordered a new pair of shoes for golf, and this would be a good time to break them in.

I was able to keep Sweetie smiling as we walked. Making songs out of children's rhymes. Like Three Blind Mice, and Hickory Dickory Dock and other silly stuff. All in the beat of a marching song. She smiled, she laughed, and she made up her own silly songs. 

Back home, she headed for her nest, and I did the rest of the laundry and watched TV. With all the extra items, ended up with 4 loads of laundry which is a new record for us. 

Evening came and with it dinner. Tried something different. Rice, veggies, and salmon. This time, I broke up a cube of Chicken Broth in with the rice. To give the rice a nice chicken flavor. When the rice was done, I poured the veggies in and mixed them together. Fried the salmon in butter. In the bowl, put a base of rice and veggies on the bottom, and salmon on top. Add a dash of teriyaki sauce and dinner is ready. 

As we sat and I fed her, she just kept wanting more. She had two bowls and then it was my turn. When I sat down, she still wanted more, and I was more then happy to give it to her. Where we would normally have some left overs, this time we didn't. Ate all that there was. 

We finished our day, in the lover's lane of life. It was overall a good day on the Road to Dementia Town. Even with the small detour in to the woods, we found our way back to the main highway for most of the days journey, as we worked hard to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.