Book of life.

Sweetie and the tree.

I never know when it will happen, and when it does, I'm surprised by it. She is a helper, and tries to still be that. It is the small things that make the difference. It is her uncanny ability to see the light turn green, and signal me to get going before I can react to the change. 

She can still make me smile, make me laugh, and share with me how she feel with those wonderful eyes. The joy of life is still present when we both just sit and hold hands. Watching our shows, seeing her smile, knowing that she caught the joke, makes it all worth while.

Friday

There isn't anything special on the schedule today, so I'm not in a big hurry to get her up. Let her sleep, and see how she is. 

When I go in, she is awake and smiling. Give her a morning hello, and we talk about what we have going today. 

I know it is all one sided, our conversation, because I'm the one setting the agenda. She rambles on, and I smile and nod. 

With our morning duties done, we head out for the course. It is a clear, cold morning and the course has few other golfers on it. The cold is thining out the golfers to only the diehards come out. 

In the pro shop, the person that was there Thursday, asked if we even played that day. We didn't because Sweetie was too cold. He gave us our cart without having to pay for it. He saw us come back in, and in essence, gave us credit for yesterday's mishap. That was nice. 

The round was a good round, just keep working at it. I misplaced my Golf Buddy, and miss it. With it, I was knew the distances between shots, now it is a guessing game. If I don't find it soon, I'll have to buy onther one. It is the price I pay for not putting it away each and everytime I'm done with my game. 

By the 8th hole, we catch up with a group of 5 playing infront of us. The breeze has kicked up and Sweetie is cold. We finish the hole and head home. I wasn't going to wait for those in front of us to finish, for Sweetie is more important to me than golf. 

Home, lunch, and then we head for the grocery store. A quick trip, just need bread and milk, and a few treets. 

When we get home, it is our scripted ending of the day. TV, dinner, meeting and back home and to bed. Get to close the book of life for that day. 

We had our warm and cool times today, on the Road to Dementia Town. Sun and wind did their best of make the day special. And it was, as we were able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.