Never knowing.

Still lovers.

Still Lovers, that we are. I cannot describe the joy I have when we are together. Those times when all there is, is two people sitting, walking, lying in bed, holding hands, and letting our love surrounds us.

It is the love of years together that has taught me how to feel and know this love. It is the pure love that has been washed of worldly impurities. It isn't a physical love, for we are long past that stage in our relationship. It is the love of companionship, of knowing we are facing what is to come together. It is the love of leaning on each other with the knowledge that we are not going to leave each other until we are called home.

I've talked about this before, the being reasonable happy in where we are. Latching onto this phrase seems to put all into prospective. It's being happy where we are, not where I wished we were. The ability to enjoy the little things, the soft joys in life. The joy that was missed, and when you think about it, you see the Easter Egg that was waiting to be found. 

Saturday

Here we go again, time for the day to begin. Of course, I've been up for hours doing what I've done for years. I think that when the time comes for me to solo my life, I'll still be up early. For this is how I've trained myself to be.

The sitter will be here in about a half an hour. Need to get Sweetie up and see how she is doing after last night. 

She seems better, but I've found mornings can slip directions at any time. This morning will be critical as to her attitude is concern. Will she still be sick? Is whatever it was that cause her to throw up now gone? Only time will tell. 

Sitting her on the potty, the real work begins. Getting her cloths for this day, checking her out to make sure she seems well. She seems over what it was, and so without delay, into the shower she goes. 

Took some time to get her clean, but we were successful. Out, dried off, dressed, and to the table we go. 

She is hungry, and food disappears from sight. Tell the sitter about last night, and to feed her lightly. Watch and see how she is doing. This is a first, and we are learning together. 

Knowing Sweetie is in good hands, off I go. 

Had a so-so round. It always seems to be off after a lesson. Trying to put into every shot that which we worked on the day before. I know it will take about a week before my game will show improvement. 

In the parking lot, the men I played with, call to me. I'm wearing my Corvette shirt, the one I got from my daughter for Christmas when I bought my first Corvette. They wanted to know if I drove one. By the time they caught up with me, I was putting my clubs into Tweety's trunk. So, the question was mute. We stood around and talked cars, and compared what we had to what we had. 

Get home to find Sweetie still at the table, and the report was that she stayed there all the time I was gone. 

I was again bathed with those love eyes and smile that only she can give. So happy to see me that I could not ignore not giving her a hug and a kiss. She seems better now. 

After the sitter leaves, I make a sandwich, sit next to her at the table, and share it with her. She eats what I offer eagerly. That is a good sign. 

Shortly thereafter, we head out for our walk about and to feed the car. It isn't often that I'll drive to where the fuel warning light comes on, but this was one of those times. $54 to fill the tank, YIKES. 

Home, Sweetie takes a nap, I watch "Total Recall" a remake of the original on Netflix. It was the same high action/high body count type, and I thought a good variation of the first one. 

Sweetie and I had a salad for dinner, a cholate moose for dessert, and waited for sleep to come to us. Another good ending. 

On the Road to Dementia Town is always an adventure. Never knowing what lays around that big turn ahead, just trusting that our Driver will get us to our next stop. Knowing that I'm not behind the wheel, can be scary at time, and at the same time, I've learn to trust Him. That way we can Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.