Until the bridge needs to be crossed.

Sweetie and Santa

How things change without changing. When I selected this picture, thought, it is a current one. It isn't. It is her wearing her glasses that give it away. She hadn't worn glasses for over two years now. Then again, I still get her into her Santa shirt every year. 

I mentioned getting her on the scales, and seeing that she has gained weight. And in the next thing I notice about her, is that she seems more fragile then ever. It is just the way she carries herself. She isn't standing straight anymore, more bent over than usual. 

Just seems that she isn't as coherent as she used to be. Example, getting into the car when we go anywhere, I just have to explain what we are doing, and she gets in. Buckling her seatbelt is again, sometimes an effort. I've found that if I tell her I'm buckling her up for safety, she seems to understand better. 

Then she seems to be messing with something everytime she gets into the car. arranging the water bottle, or my trash bag, just something to make her feel better about getting into the car. Of course, I let her do it, because it doesn't matter at the time, because we still have to travel, and if she is happy, that makes a big difference with her in the car. 

I've been told, in my support group, that there will come a time when she will not want to leave the house. That is when things will get ruff with how I will handle that. If I worry about it now, I think I'll drive myself crazy on answers to questions that haven't been asked yet. Need to wait until the bridge needs to be crossed, than figure it out. 

Monday

It is time to get her up. Seeing that she is awake, go in and greet her. Opening up the curtians enough to let the light in, she smiles. After our morning greeting, I give her some CBD. Telling her I'll be back. Leave to let it get started in her. 

Coming back, telling her our plans for the day, I can get her up with minimal effort. She gets herself up, I just need to help her from laying back down. 

As I guide her towards the bathroom, our morning has begun. 

Out of the bathroom, and headed towards the living room and breakfast. I've got her morning coffee waiting for her. I poured it earlier and so it is warm, not too hot, for her enjoyment. Then comes the cereal, Raisin Brand with banana, and toasted biscuit to finish the meal. 

I've got time, so I let her sit at the table, while I make the bed, put dirty cloths and bedding into the washer, and get myself ready for the golf course. 

This morning, I want to ensure she stays warm while we are out. Put two pairs of pants on her. This is the time of year, that I wear long johns to keep me warm, so she should wear the same. Knowing that she gets colder faster then me, I need to keep that in mind as we head out the door. 

The men in the pro shop, have taken to greeting her warmly. At first she wasn't sure on how to react to them, and now, she is smiling and returning their greetings. It is a joy for me to watch the interplay that goes on. 

With a normal outing, we head home. Sweetie still got just a litter on the cool side this morning, so tomorrow, I'll put on her heavier coat. 

Lunch, walk about, couch time, and then dinner. After dinner, it is to our Monday night meeting. Home and to bed to end the day. 

Lately, she has become a bedhog. Sleeping diagonal, not just up and down. Like I'm being crowded out of the bed. I don't like to, but I have to move her over to her side of the bed so I can get to sleep. I think it might be time for a extra blanket to keep us warm at night. We'll see. 

It was just a grand day on the Road to Dementia Town. Had just the amount of time on the road, in the rest areas, and triffic was lite. No problems with Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.