Home is where normal is.

On the course.

It is her eyes. They are the ones that say more than just the smile. Her eyes are so expressive that I don't have to look any further to see how she is doing. 

It is when the twinkle is gone, and they are telling me something is amiss with her. I have become the Shurlock Homes of her emotional stability. 

Like Shurlock, I have to seek out those little almost invisible causes. Most of the time it is just her CBD has run out and needs to be replenished. Then it could be something that she saw on TV, or something I did. Lately, I've become a good detective, that I can usually figure it out. Resolving the situation is another matter. 

Friday

It took me a couple of times to get her up. I know that she is awake, for I've been watching her on my phone. 

This morning she isn't as stubborn as she has been in the past couple of mornings. This morning is somewhat special, for the first time this week, she didn't wet through all of her protections. I don't have to change anything. Yea!

She is still grumpy, which is becoming more of her normal these days. Sit her down, CBD, wash her face, and the rest. Done and out we go for breakfast. 

We're up earlier than normal, so there is time for me to get ready. I prefer a tight schedule, because then I'm forced to keep moving. It is when I have more time than is needed, I will enviably end up rushing to get done. 

Sure enough, after sitting at the computer, time slips past the too much to too little. Worring about how I will get Sweetie into the car is something else. I have figured it out that it will take two tries to get her to come along agreeably. 

If I put her shoes on the floor next to her, she will be more incline to put them on and come with me. Once she starts moving, she is than easily directed and off we go. 

Again, on the course, we are by ourselves. There is a twosome in front, and a single behind us. The single is playing at a faster pace than we are, so I let him play through. 

I'm beginning to use the 7th hole as my standard of how good my round was. Yesterday, I birdied the hole and today, it was par. I drove to the green, which in itself is a great shot, and two putted for the par. The 7th hole is rated #1 most difficult hole on the Executive course. To par, let alone birdie the hole, is very good, therefore, it is my new measuring stick. Knowing that I can do it, is what makes the difference. 

After our round, we're home again. Always home again. Sweetie is eating well, and she is doing it again. After lunch, it is back in the car, heading for our walk about. 

She is doing it again, running out of steam. This time, she looks like she is going to keel over any second. By the time we are back at the car, she is weaving as she walks. Starting next time, we are going to reduce our distance to one and a half laps and evaluate her and see how she does. 

When we get home, it is nap time for her, and I have to write a treasurer's report for tonight's meeting. 

Grumpy, she is, and not willing to get up. I persist and she does get up. For it is time to fix dinner and get moving to our meeting. 

Having mash potatoes, corn and steak for dinner tonight. At first, she doesn't seem interested in eating, so I wait, and offer it again, and this time she eats. 

We have a good system for now. I feed her first, and then I get to eat. Even then, she will want part of my dinner, too. 

Off to the meeting, and to my surprise, there isn't anyone here. Having a key, open up the meeting place, make coffee, and we sit and eat cookies and wait. Soon one more person shows up, and that is all. Disappointing as it is, we have a mini-meeting, clean up the room, put away our meeting material, and leave. 

Home is where normal is. Here we can sit, eat cookies, watch TV, then head for bed to end the day. 

The Road to Dementia Town was a bit hilly today. Nothing serious, more like swells on the ocean. A gentle up and down, not too steep, and not too high or low. And all the while we were Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.