Their eyes get big.

Ho, Ho, Ho.

This one reminds me of me. For years, I love playing the hidden Santa. Hidden in plane site. When I see litte ones looking at me, with my long white beard and Santa hat on. To see their eyes get big, I'll put my finger to my lips, as to say, "shsssss, don't tell anyone.", or give a big "HO, HO, HO". Then watch their reaction. Such great fun. 

I've worked hard on my Santa laugh so that it doesn't sound phoney. I'll even have young parents turn to see where the laugh is coming from. 

I only have a few Christmas clothes for Sweetie to wear, and we do the best we can. I'm not sure if she still understands Christmas, I just know we are here together for another one. 

Sunday

She was smiling when I walked into the room. When I asked if she was ready to get up, she was. Out of bed she came, with a smile. It looks like it will be a good morning this morning. 

Out to our table, turned on church for her, and started cooking. Sunday is the only day I cook breakfast. 

Using thawed Tater Tots as potatoes, fired and smashed, as the bacsis for hash brown. Adding my hickory flavored Spam for flavor, and then the scrambled eggs. Topped with some shredded cheese, breakfast is ready, and Sweetie is ready for breakfast. 

Our morning goes well, to the point I found out something else about one of our streaming channels. It will play the next movie on the recommended list after the one we are watching is over. It may not sound like much, but when I leave Sweetie home and not sure of how long I'll be gone, I can now put on a movie that will keep her attention with another one waiting to play, as to keep her occupied. 

It is the little things like the movies that keep playing, that make me know I'm being lead down the right path. Makes sense to me. 

As to get out of the house, made a run to the grocery store. Just picked up some stuff we are out of. Nothing big. 

Tonight is our pasta night. It is becoming my favorite. Fast, easy, and always good. I used to feed her first, and then myself. I've graduated from that, to putting it all in one large bowel and we eat together. Isn't silly on how for years it was, this is mine, and that is yours, and the two shall not mix? Now it has become, ours. 

I'm giving her a dose of CBD about every two hours. It is the key to our having somewhat of a normal life together. 

Time has come for us to head off to bed. She has started yawning and that is her signal that she is ready. It is also a time that the CBD is still working, for I ask her to take off her shoes before she climbs into bed, and she does. Soon she is snoring and with that, I too let sleep overtake me. 

It seems that Driver took a side trip this day. We are still on the Road to Dementia Town, just not on the main highway. Driving through the countryside, watching the wilderness go by. It made for an easy day to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.