Good ending to a good day.

Awsome sunrise.

The picture doesn't do the sunrise justice. It was so red, and glorious that I had to get out, freeze my stocking feet, and take a couple of pictures of it. I was disappointed with the results and at the sametime pleased enough to use them. 

What I find interesting is that with all that is going around me, th1at my Driver can take all the worries away just at the right time, and make me forget my times with Sweetie, and show me just how great He is with a sunrise that takes my attention away from poor me, to "WOW! What a great dawn." And for those brief moments, all is good with me and the world. 

There are so many things that I'd love to be doing. Things that Sweetie and I planned years before we retired. A life of leasure and travel, yet here we are. If there wasn't a better time to be here, taking care of her, than this, I don't know when it would be. 

Covid has shut down so many things that we are in such a time when limited activities are our only escape from the boredom of life. What we do, and the schedule we keep, has allowed us to maximize our enjoyment. 

My solutions for keeping us happy and enjoying what we have is to live in the today. Just one day at a time. Knowing that each day is special. It maybe a day when Sweetie will tell me she loves me. Or she will notice something and tell me all about it, in her own way. A bird, a little one at the mall, or something. Those are the Easter Eggs of life, the fact that she is still here with me. 

Thursday

We have a busy day today. There are three items for us. For today is our Bible Study day. Which means, I have to be extra careful in getting Sweetie up. 

I'm hoping that we won't have too much trouble. I'm also hoping for her to have a clean bottom, so she won't have to get into the shower. It just puts us into a smaller window to get going. 

She is awake and seems in a good mood. So, when I give her her morning dose, she takes it happily. Then it is up and into the bathroom we go. 

I find that she doesn't need a shower, and so, with clean clothes on, we head for breakfast. Setting up Veggie Tales, and having her sit at the table, we get breakfast done. 

After that all is good, and she is in a good mood. I don't have to prod to want to go with me, she just helps me get her ready to go. 

Our study is litely populated, with people heading out of town for the Christmas holidays. So, our study is more informal and conversations abound. The pastor ask about next week, our study will be on the day before Christmas eve, and do we want to meet? The answer is no, we won't meet. That is fine with me, we can go either way. 

After yesterday's poor outing with the cold and winds, I think it will be best if I take Sweetie home, feed her lunch, set her up with Veggie Tales, and go to the course by myself. 

That is what I did. Had a so-so round. The bright spot was I birdied the 7th hole. That is almost like a hole-in-one. 

I did strain my right knee, some how, and gimpied to finish the round. Don't know if I'll play tomorrow, just have to take it slowly. 

Upon returning home, Sweetie was so happy to see me. She gave me a big hug and was almost in tears. 

Here is where we get into the car and head for our walk about. My knee is very tender, and I know she needs some out of the house time. 

As we walk about the mall, we stop at the mall Santa display. I've gotten to know him over the years and he asked me why I haven't become a mall Santa. Told him that I have my hands full, and maybe with I'm unencumbered I just might do it. At least try it for a Christmas season to see if it is something I'd like. (Knowing me, Yes I would.)

Home, dinner, a salad with salmon, a meeting, home, dessert and bed. A good ending to a good day. 

The hardest part of the day, on the Road to Dementia Town, was it seemed that no matter the direction we traveled, the sun was shining brightly around us. What a wonderful day it was. Clear skies, lite traffic, and Christmas music on the radio, and we easily Kept our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.