As she slowly relaxes.

Door sock.

There isn't much room between the glass door and our front door. I found that this sock fit the space nicely. So, here it is. 

It is Christmas Eve morning, and I'm pondering the day ahead. There is a chance of rain this afternoon, and with it come and very small chance of snow. It used to be that December was a very snowey month here in New Mexico. Over the years, that has changed. The snow is less and less, and the rains follow the same pattern. 

With life comes change, and with change, there are always new problems and new solutions. As for Sweetie and me, we face the same facts of life. New problems and with those problems, comes new solutions. 

Today, the specialities of Christmas Eve are different then, say ten years ago. We would be making plans of a Christmas service, singing in the choir, then a gathering of friends afterwards. Now, it will be her youngest daughter and her fiancé, and pizza. If things go right, her son, our grandson, will be calling from halfway around the world, to wish us a Merry Christmas. Any family is better than no family at all. 

Thursday

Had to work at getting Sweetie up this morning. It took two times me coming in to get her to move, and as usual, once up, the day can get started. 

I guess I've been giving her enough fruit, for she is have loose movements. A good and bad thing. Good she is working, bad because of the mess it makes. Just have to take the good with the bad. I just wish I could find that happy medium. But like some many things with Dementia, they seem to be moving goals. I just have to be glad something works after all. 

As we get going, I have to ask her about going to the golf course with me. I know now, that if she doesn't want to go, I can wait and ask her again, and she will be willing to head out with me. 

When we get back home, I find she has had another movement, and clean up has begun. At the same time, she is very tired, and after the clean up, she heads for her nest. Down she goes, and she is out. 

She gets up around 4, and I have to hurry dinner, because we have to leave in a couple of hours. It is when we are about to leave, she won't budge. Thinking she will be OK if I leave her home, for I've done this trick before, I'm gone. 

Upon my return, she has worked herself into a frizzle, and cannot be comforted. Able to get some CBD in her, and at the same time knowing that her emotions will overrule the CBD, I batten down the hatches, and wait out the storm. 

She is laying very close to me, and at the same time, trying to push me away. When her fears team up with Dementia, it is something to behold. Only time, loving caresses, and patience will help now. As she slowly relaxes, we can welcome sleep. Day is done.

It was a bumpy ride today on the Raod to Dementia Town. We could not find the right lane to get into, or even the right speed to travel at. Either road conditions or other drivers made the trip uneasy. Driver did what He does best and we were still able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up this day. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.