We managed...

I just like this picture of her.

As I was looking for a picture for this post, I spied this one. It just caught my eye. The colors, her smile, and it just felt right. 

There are times when it seems that all is well, and that life is going in the right direction. This picture of Sweetie gives me that feeling. 

The past couple of evenings, she has been having difficulties in going to sleep. We will go to bed at our normal time, and then she will toss and turn for hours, which of course keeps me up. 

I try to keep her busy during the day, in the idea that she will be tired out at the end of the day, and sleep will come easily. When it doesn't, she wakes up not in a good mood. It is more difficult for us. 

I'm going to attempt to get her out today. Not sure what that means, it is just the idea that we won't be spending all day on the couch. 

Saturday

It is the day my caregiver will come and I will be off. I was thinking of leaving Sweetie in bed until she arrives. But seeing that she is moving, I feel she needs to get up. 

Sweetie isn't sweet this morning. I have to work to get her to take her dose of CBD. After some effort, she does take it. 

This is the morning that I'm going to leave her on the potty, to see if she can get her body to work on elimination. Now that she is starting to understand why she is there, it seems to be working. 

Before we are done, her caregiver has arrived and she takes over from there. I never seem to take off just when my helpers show up. There is my report on how she is doing, and just chit-chat a bit. 

Switch the clubs from the family car to the Corvette, and off I go. It doesn't seem like much, only about a ten minute drive to the course, but for me, it is pure joy to be behind the wheel and driving this awsome car. 

It is a beautiful day today. High blue skies, sun shining, and few people on the course. Of course the cold temperatures are helping to keep fair weather golfer off the course. 

Have plenty of time to warm up before I hit my first shot. Golf is best played relaxed, and at the same time, concentrating on hitting the ball. It would appear that to do both is a contradictions of terms. 

It seems that I get it together for my tee shot. I hit the ball further then I've ever hit on this hole. Love/hate that shot. Love it, because what a great shot it was, and hate it because of what a great shot it was and I will want to do it again and agiain. 

Had a number of oppertunities for birdies, and missed them. Ended up with a good round, over all, and am pleased. 

Back home, Sweetie is still sitting at the table, and from what the caregiver tells me, she has been there all the time. Sweetie is in a mood, and that is about how I would describe it. Like a child poutting about not getting her way, and that just about describes how she is acting. 

We talk about how she is, and she understands. Sweetie is happy to see me, as we re-connect with each other. 

Alone, I make a sandwich and then share it with her. After lunch, we head for the mall. 

Sweetie is loosing some of the understanding on why we are here. With a reminder, we are out of the car, and in the mall. 

People are everywhere. We have to do some weaving in and out of traffic. Santa is very busy, and people are lined up to see him. Children dressed up in their Christmas special clothes, and the Christmas spirit is well and good this year. 

Wearing my Santa hat, and tee shirt to match, I'm greeting anyone that looks my way with a "Merry Christmas." and recieve a greeting back. Maybe it is because I look like I could be Santa, there is a twinkle in their eyes as they return the greeting. What fun we are having this year. 

Have to stop and get gas on the way home. Even at the gas pump, people notice me, and wave. I'm having a great time imatating Santa. 

Back home, we become couch potatoes again as we wait for the end of the day to arrive. We again go through the big change in attitude with her. Loving on the couch, and by the time we are in the bedroom, she is a crouching tiger. Snapping at me, and won't let me help her at all. 

When I get into bed, the moving around begins. For the next two hours, she is moving, as cat like, trying to find a comfortable spot to lay it. One of the nice things is, she is cuddling up to me, and I like it. 

It was a good day, on the Road to Dementia Town. We did have our good times, and enjoyed them. Because of the good, we managed the long night better than if it was a bad day and a bad night. Which makes more sense out of it, because we were able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up through it all. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.