Becoming the norm.

The Beach.

This picture is a representation of how I feel about my life with Sweetie. She, like the sun, is fading. We are in somewhat the twilight of your years. With both age and Dementia, the curtain is coming down. 

It is the lighting of this picture that draws me to it. It seems like twilight, just enough light to see images of the waves, and at the same time, the picture is in only two colors of gray. Ansal Adams would be proud of this picture. 

For the bright colors of youth are gone, and the shadows of age are arriving. The muted tones of what was, and is becoming the norm for the rest of our lives. 

There is still beauty in those pictures, just a different beauty. Simpler to look at and see the beauty of the gray and yet not missing the colors of youth. 

Wednesday

Went in to get Sweetie up, opened the curtains to let in some light. Woke her up with a smile and a kiss. She seemed happy to see me which is always welcomed. 

Told her what our plans for the day are, and left her to wake up some more. When I came back, she was up and making the bed. What a surprise to see. 

We went into bathroom to get going. Potty, showered, dressed, we headed out for breakfast. She is in such a good mood this morning. It is her old self, and what an enjoyment she is. It looks like we're going to have a good day. 

What comes to mind is her hemorrhoid. This is day 2 of my applying the hemorrhoid cream on it. The pain must have been terrible for her and now she has achieved some relief, she can now be happy.      

I've been so worried about her constipation lately. She just doesn't go. I was wondering about the CBD that I've been giving her. Does it constipate? Looking up on line, the answer is no. As a matter, most of the information I found, says that it helps with constipation. That was a relief. 

Back to the day. Off to the course we go. Meet up with 3 other players that I've played with before. We all had a good time, playing, talking, and laughing. It is the laughter that I miss. 

Today is grocery shopping day. I've volunteered to bring yams to our Thanksgiving Dinner. I've never made that dish before, so I'm going to give it a try. 

Going to drain the yams, mix cranberry sauce with the juice, sprinkle pecans on the yams, and pour the cranberry mixture over the yams, bake for about 30 minutes, then put marshmallows on the yams, bake until the marshmallows are brown. Wrap and head over to the son's house. It sounds good to me, just hope it comes out as well as it sounds. 

When we get home, Sweetie is acting like she needs to go to the bathroom. Into the room we head. Turns out to be a false alarm, but, as for potty training goes, it was good. 

We spent the rest of the day home. Did our usual, watched TV, had a salad for dinner, cholate moose for dessert, and ended our evening uneventful, which is good. 

Driver never had it so easy this day. We are on some smooth asphalt as we head down the Road to Dementia Town, with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.