True Love.

True when written, true today. 

I've never been to Scotland, or even to Nova Scotia. I do read about Scotland, and I try to understand my heritage. Knowing what they fought for, how it ended, and how men like Arthur Smith was able to form a way to bring the world into a modern age is amazing. A good read is "How the Scots invented the modern world" by Arthur L Herman. 

Days like Sunday can be a drudgery day. It can lead to a feeling of being sorry for oneself. At the same time, it can have sprinkles of happiness and joy and that is the life we lead. 

As the days get shorter, which means that the nights are getting longer, which means the possibility of choppy waters on which the evening sails upon happening. 

Sunday

Hoping for a good morning, I peek my head in the room knowing that she is awake. In my attempt of get her to smile and be easy to direct. 

She is smiling and we have our introductions, and with that, out of bed she comes, and we head off to the shower. We've begun potty training, and with that, I keep her on the john for at least 10 to 15 minutes. We are beginning to have some success within that time limit. 

This morning wasn't any different. She produced some evidenced of success. So, I put her in the shower, along with myself, to do our Sunday shower and shampoo. She seemed to be cooperative as we went. It was when she got out and was drying her off, that there was a tilt to the not-so-good area. 

When I swiped her butt, the towel came back with some poo on it. Swell. I swear, she can sit on the potty for whatever amount of time, and do nothing. But as soon as I put clean pullups on her, she poops within the first 10 minutes. 

Anyway, she gets in a funky mood, not a friendly mood at breakfast and stays that way for most of the morning. She's mad at me and no matter what I do or say won't change that. 

Knowing that we need to do some grocery shopping, it is ready, set, go time. At first she doesn't want to go with me, and then she does, and then again she doesn't. I'm not going without her, so it doesn't goes without saying, things in the car are tense. 

It isn't until we are walking into the store that she is now holding on tightly to me. Now, lets get the shopping done and home again. I've created a shopping list on my phone, and know what we need to get. 

Walmart has redone their store, and new look. At the same time, what was here, isn't. And what was there, isn't either. So it is a scavenger hunt some of the times. Then, of course, because of the supply disruptions, there are the empty shelves. Seek, search, and maybe find what we are looking for. 

Because it is Halloween, we might as well get some candy for the kiddies. That was a mistake. Like others, we went to the candy row, and, amazing to our "surprise", there wasn't a bag left. Oh well, it was after all a last minute idea. 

Home again, unloading and putting away our groceries. With the refrigerator full and the pantry re-stocked, sit down to relax and watch something foolish. Don't want Sweetie to get upset. Watched the "Princess Bride." 

The part in the movie where the priest says "True Love." I have to smile, because at our son's wedding, they asked and got that line added to the ceremony. Cute, and it spoke volumes about their love for each other. That was 20 years ago and it is still true today. 

The last time I checked Sweetie, was a bad check up. I had to put her back in the shower to get her clean. She was not happy, but it had to be done. She was so unhappy with me, it spilt over to dinner and afterwards. It took extra Happy Medicine and lotion before she warmed back up to me. 

When it was time to go to bed, she was better and I was hoping for a good night sleep. It was until I woke up with her all next to me and hogging the covers. It wasn't until I got up to straighten the cover, that I found out it was me who was pulling the covers off of her. Re arranging the covers, she moves back to her side, while staying asleep, and I went back to my side to and to sleep. 

I didn't see the last turn off Driver made. It was the off ramp to "True Love". I thought we had used that turn off before. Driver tells me, that there are many "True Love's" on the Road to Dementia Town. Some are small rest areas, some are rough roads that are under construction, but they are all named True Love. It is there anytime I need a reminder. Rough or smooth, True Love is present. With that in mind, we motor down the road Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.