A perfect ending...

Amen

This plaque is on the rim of the Grand Canyon. When I took the picture, I wanted to save this bit of scripture. When I look down into the canyon, I cannot help but see God's hand in its creation. For me, even when the forest rangers give their talks about the evolution of the canyon, on the time it took to carve the canyon, on the way it was made, I'd say created, that no matter what they say, God is still behind the creation. That is something that is never mentioned, until you find plaques like this one.

Isn't this what I am doing with my Sweetie Pie? I don't see the canvas as it is being painted. I'm too close to take in the whole picture. For Sweetie and me are such a small part of this world, and yet at the same time, this is our part, and we would love to know the why we are here. 

If I spend too much time on the why, I will never learn the how. How to care, how to love, how to... For it isn't for me to know the why, it is my job to do the doing. To show love, to show compassion, to feed, clean and wash her. To make sure that from wake up to sleep, that it is the best day it can be. the more I concentrate on the how and less on the why, our days get better and better. 

Wednesday

Wednesday didn't start well. For the first thing, Sweetie didn't want to get out of bed. She seems to be in pain when she starts her body moving in the morning. Getting her to move to the side and to stand up is getting to be a major event.

I can remember when she would get up by herself and be walking around the house. These are things I use as a measuring stick, on her progression. 

Once I can get her up and moving, it is into the bathroom we go. Another slip is getting her into the shower, she is very leery of getting in. I've come to know that this is the best thing for her, to start off each day with a clean bottom seems to assure a nicer Sweetie. At the same time, I know she needs the cleaning. With a soft voice with gentle words helps her to over come her fears and in she gets. 

Once that is done, get her dressed and out for breakfast. 

Been giving her coffee in the morning, and it seems to help her energy levels. Also beginning to give her more cereal to start off. If she is going to eat, let her eat. 

This weather report says that it will be breezy this morning. Dress Sweetie by what I think she will need. For myself, a long sleeve t-shirt and a lite sleeveless vest. Put Sweetie in her new jacket, and off we go. 

As we are getting ready to tee off, the breeze picks up, and Sweetie is getting cold. Take my vest off, and put it on her. Doesn't seem to help, she is still shivering. Golf partner and I agree, today isn't a good day for golf, and back we go. 

From there we head to the mall for our walk about. Figure that if we do it now, it will be over with, and it is better early then not at all. Sweetie starts out strong, even sings along with some of the children's songs I sing with her, with the right words. This is an Easter Egg, just for me. Then as we go, she soon loses interest in singing, and puts her head down and marches to the end.

She is tuckered out, and when we get home, she heads for her nest. And that is where she stays. When she does come out, she seems confused and doesn't know where she is. Even when I come up to her and give her a hug, she doesn't respond in kind manner. 

Anyway, I have some things to do, some work to get done, and being alone is a good time for me to get that stuff done. 

When I do get her up, she is wet again. Twice in one day. Such is life with Dementia. Change the bed, and plan on doing laundry because we are out of top sheets, again. 

As the day winds down, I plan a dinner for when she comes out again. We sit on the couch, with me feeding her, watching Family Feud, and having a good time. Get the cholate moose dessert out and we share it. Taking her hand in mine, we sit until it is bed time. A perfect ending to this day.

What can be said about our time on the Road to Dementia Town today. A blistering beginning to a beautiful sunset. What else could you ask for? Driver behind the wheel, with His sunglasses on, Sweetie and me in the back seat, singing songs, and watching the beautiful scenery go by. For after all, we did have Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.