Book of Job.

View into the Grand Canyon.

I'm on the rim, looking down into the canyon. This formation is called Battleship Rock. It may not look that way from this angle. It is when your either level with it or coming up from Indian Gardens, you can see the battleship very clearly. 

In my morning scripture reading, I've started the Book Of Job. The man of wealth, of property, a beautiful family, and then looses it all. All in one day. The writing is how Job, his wife and friends each see the calamities differently. Not knowing the why and with Job  asking that very question himself; Why?

Knowing the answer, I can sometimes still ask the question, why? The question is why are we going through these times? I ask not just me, I ask also for those of us who are going through the same thing with me. 

Maybe your a child taking care of a parent, or a spouse taking on this task, and as we do, the question, if not being said aloud, is in the back of your mind, why? Why me? Why them? And it seems that the question falls on deaf ears.  

To answer this, I do know that I will never have the why question answered this side of heaven. I know that there is something good going on somewhere, I just can't see it now. I know that there are people watching us, and can see how I'm treating her, and how we are making the most of what we have. She is teaching me on how to think of kinder ways to get her to do that which she needs to get done. 

I know that in the past years, I am not the man I once was. I've learned to put myself second, and sometimes even lower on the Totem Pole, just to know that she is taken care of. For she is #1 and everything else doesn't compete. 

Tuesday

There isn't too much to say about Tuesday. For what it is worth, it was another day to get through. 

Sweetie was soaking wet when I got her up. Learned that we don't tuck her shirt into her pullups when she goes to bed at night. It give the wetness a path out of her pants and onto the bed. 

I'm trying to be more gentle and reassuring her now when I wash, dry and apply ointment on her privates. It is difficult for her to understand my need to touch her. All I can do is insist in a loving and caring manner. 

She seems to be eating more these days. For example, breakfast. I not only gave her her bowel of banana and cereal, then toast and jelly. I ended up giving her a toasted biscuit. I want her to eat and at the same time, not to over eat. 

It was the same at lunch. She had a small helping of cottage cheese with mixed fruit, a whole sandwich, and cookie. Either I've been giving her too little in the past, or she doesn't know when to stop eating. Will keep you posted on this new behavior. 

We did do our walk about and it is becoming a habit. Starting out strong, smiling, joining in on my little songs. and about at the halfway mark, determination sets in, and it is a race to finish and into the car. 

She is so out of energy, and I have to help into the car so she can sit and regain some of her strength. Believe it or not, this is what I want for her. She sleeps so much, that sometimes she will just sit in her nest, eyes open, and just lay there. With her energy levels depleted, I know she will sleep, and I think that sleep is the best for her.

We end our day with Sweetie in bed, and I get to watch TV alone. I hope she is asleep for she doesn't come out and join me. It isn't until I crawl in bed with her, I find her awake. Taking her hand, I pray over us, and to sleep I go. 

The Road to Dementia Town seems to be in good shape. As if it was recently paved and we are just moving forward on cruise control. What worries they are are quickly passed by and gone. So, it is easy to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.