Curly tube pasta.

Golf Club covers from oldest daughter, make for a matching set.

 

I'm proud to be an American Vet. Over the years, I've declared myself in little ways. Flying Old Glory daily in the front of my house, wearing patriotic clothes and the like. It has carried over into my golf game. Found the Red, White and Blue bag, and then my oldest daughter sent the covers for a Christmas present. I love it. 

What awaits us in 2022 is yet to be seen. I know that it will not be the same as last year. I can see the tell-tell signs of Sweetie's downward trends. Her not wanting to leave the house, not wanting to get out of the car when we are where we were going, not knowing when we get home, or which direction to head for when she gets out of the car. 

Her ease of allowing me to feed her, using her fingers to feed herself. These are all signs of her forgetting stuff. I think the most important decline is her bowel movements. She has for along time now, forgotten on how to push. There are times when we sit, and she makes noise, moans and groan, and there is nothing to show for all the antics we go through. Then there are times when we just sit, and when she gets up, she has done what we have come to do, without even missing a beat. 

Lately, in bed, she wants to be near me, and that is fine, accept for the fact, her hands tremors, and they keep me awake. Now she has a way of pulling all the blankets around her, yet off of her, and we wake up in the middle of the night, cold and I have to get up, and pull the blankets from her clutches, and spread them back out and over us. Don't know how long this will last, but I do know that it too will pass. 

Sunday

It is Soup Sunday over at Sweetie's oldest house. It is a good get away for us. It is also shower day. A day of nakedness for us. I do look foward to seeing my bride in her natural beauty. We have aged and she has aged well. Her beauty is still a wonder in my eyes. 

Washed, dried, and dressed, we head out for breakfast. Get her started on fruit and coffee, while I head back to the shower to finish my shower. 

We only have about 2 hours before we head out for our daughter's house. Lite breakfast, don't want to fill up and show up and not eat. Have been asked to bring something to take some soup home with us. Grand idea. 

While we are there, she made a Lasagna soup. Thick with cheese and a curly tube pasta that I'm not familiar with. Need to find out what it is, and where to get some. Walmart doesn't carry that style in their pasta section. 

As we sit and eat, there is a lively discusion on a full array of issues. After a couple of hours, it is time for us to head home. Grab my pitcher, put some of the Lasagna soup in it, we head home. 

Thought a side trip to the mall and a walk about might be attempted. It didn't go as well as I thought it would. I couldn't make the two laps. Got one in, and that will have to do and headed home. 

The evening was what was expected, TV, couch, dessert, and then bed. 

Sweetie was restless, and making it hard for us to go to sleep. I thought I'd try something new. Turning to her, I started rubbing her back, under her shirt, on her skin, to see if that would help. It did, she soon relaxed, and was enjoying it. Amazing how skin to skin can ease tension better than anything else. We soon were able to find sleep, and off we went. 

It was another peaceful day on the Road to Dementia Town this day. The three of us seemed relaxed and in a state of mind to find joy this day, and we did. Just another way of saying, we were Keeping Our Shiny Side Up, as we went. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.