Such is life with Sweetie.

Getting close.

A few things have changed and my love of the season and Santa hasn't. If anything, it has gotten stronger. 

This picture was taken over two years ago, pre-pandemic, and Santa wasn't as busy as he is this year. As Sweetie and I walk the mall, going past where he has set up shop, we see he is very busy. People are lined up to see him. Parents with their little babies, small tottlers, and even big kids. It seems that Santa has a whole new audience. 

As for me, I find my joy in waking, talking, and singing to my Sweetie. As we walk around the mall, I'm aware of her and her energy levels. Early in the walk, she is responsive to me, and as we go, her level of awareness fades. So far, so good. 

One of the things I find myself doing, is doing things without her. Simple stuff, like doing the dishes after a meal. Especially the dinner dishes. If I'm not sitting next to her, she will get up and head for her nest. I just have to get over the idea of being with her 24/7, and do the dishes, then retrieve her when all is done. It will beat doing the dishes in the morning. 

Wednesday

Another morning, and she is her usual self. Sees me and smiles. I bring her wake up medicine with me. There are times, like this morning, that she fights me. So, I have to take my time and convince her to take it. 

Last night, when I came to get into bed, the covers were amess. Had to turn on a light to see what was going on. Sweetie had pulled up the covers, and that is when I discovered she had pulled her pullups down. Stuggled to get them back up, she was not coopertive at all. 

After she was re-dressed, I got in, only to find her very amorous. More so then in a long while. It didn't lead to anything but a rekindling of times past. It soon passed, and we went to sleep. 

I was awake for sometimes afterwards, and we didn't get much sleep for the rest of the night. 

So, when I got her up, and out for breakfast, she wanted to go back to bed. After we had breakfast, and was getting ready to leave for the course, she just wasn't ready to go. Just too tired. 

Taking the oppertunity to be a single, single, I headed for the course. Played the front nine, instead of the executive course. It was good for a change. Played with another single, and talked about golf during the round. 

Home, lunch, and off again to the mall for our walk about. With it being the week before Christmas, the mall was like a ant hill. People all over the place. Passing by shops with people galore in them, and knowing the merchant's were happy again. Passing Santa, there was a line of children and their parents lined up to get their picture taken with him. 

We did have one more stop before going home, to the grocery store we went. Again, the last minute shopper were there. While we were still in the parking lot, one of the employee's told us to grab a basket while in the parking lot, because there were none in the store. That was very nice of her, so I did and it was a good one. 

With Sweetie holding on to one hand, and I'm pushing the cart with the other, we dutifully go from one aisle to another to gather our supplies. Then out and home. 

After putting things away, pop a bag of popcorn, grab a soda, and we sit down for the rest of the day. 

After dinner, I got out my DVD of "The Polar Express." and we watched that, as our Christmas movie of the night. 

When I got into bed, Sweetie had removed her top wetsheet, and put it on my side of the bed. Too late to try and get her to sleep on it, so that means, more than likely, I'll have to change the sheets, and other wet sheets in the morning. Such is life with Sweetie. 

Driver was doing His best this morning. A little tired from a short nights sleep. Grabbing a cup of coffee, we get in for the days journey on the Raod to Dementia Town. Watching Driver pilot us down the way, as we Kept Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.