Grumpy.

Her smile.

 

As we start our third year on this blog, I must thank those of you who have hung with me and Sweetie. Thee years of recapping our daily living. Through the wake ups, the potty stories, the golf, and TV watching. 

From being able to have some sort of a conversation with her, to the jibberish Dementiaism that she speaks today. To the much different seasons, the birthdays, the holidays. This damn pandemic that won't go away. 

I've poured my heart out to each and everyone of my readers and I've read each and every one of your comments on what I've had to say. 

Soon, it will be Sweetie's birthday, and I'm sure her kids won't remember it, I'll just have to wait and see. These are the small burdens that I carry. Life goes on. 

Tuesday

It is time to get the day going. Not for me, for I've already been up for at least 4 hours, no it is time to wake Sweetie up. I've found that if we get going, that the day goes bye more quickly then just sitting and watching TV. 

If I get her going, she doesn't have the luxury of getting bored and becoming a pain in the butt. With the right amount of activity, she can use up her body energy, and get a good night sleep, instead of twisting around in bed keeping me wake. 

I get her up, and am pleased that she slept on her top sheet. There is a big wet spot in the middle of the sheet, which means, I only have to change the top sheet, and not the whole bed. 

While I leave her on the potty, I can get this part of my morning chores done. I remember a speech by a Navy Seal Admiral, who started his speech with an example of starting your day by accomplishing something everyday. Make your bed. So, because I also sleep in this same bed, and to make it attrative to the eye, I make the bed each morning. Easy and simple, and believe it or not, satisfying. 

After all the morning stuff is done, Sweetie still isn't in a good mood. If I was to pick a dwarf that would best describe her, it would be Grumpy. Not wanting to leave her, and seeing that it is again, a beautiful day, I insist on her coming with me. 

In the parking lot, she starts to wander, and I have to bring her to my side. The same thing happens in the pro shop, she just wants to walk away. 

Hoping she will come out of her Grumpy stage as we go, I load her and my golf clubs into the cart. She is somewhat cooperative as I put her gloves on, and place the heat pack inbetween the glove and coat sleeves. 

As I play, she doesn't appear to be very friendly towards me. That is she isn't holding my hand, and even brushes it away. Won't come out of the cart (which is good because she isn't wandering off.), and seems to be put out because she isn't where she wants to be, and that would be anywhere else then where she is. 

As we play, she begins to be in a better mood. The twinkle is coming back into her eyes, and she is now walking with me. Yet, she isn't where I know she could be. Or just maybe this is the best it is going to be. 

Home, lunch, and some potty time. I'm getting worried, because she isn't as wet has she should be, and there isn't any evidence of her bowls working. Knowing that I can only be the janitor of those actions, I just keep her clean and dry. 

After lunch she heads for her nest, and I'm left alone. Turning to my time waster, TV, I settle in and seach to find something that isn't as boring as that which I watched the last time. Funny, with all that is available, it is just a wasteland for the mind.

Sweetie comes out late in the afternoon, and I know that if she doesn't get outside, and wears off her energy levels, we are in for a long night. Off to the mall we go. Because the Christmas rush is done, the mall is a ghost town. In we go, and walk about for our laps. I have to rest a couple of times before we are done. We do get our laps in. 

Home for dinner, and the evening routine. This time, she eats, but not much. She even refuses the dessert I have for us. She normally eats it faster then she eats her dinner. I feel something is going on with her. 

Trying to help her get into her "Sweetie" frame of mind, I give her three dose of Happy Medicine in an hour, 30 minutes apart. It helps, but not to the point I was hoping for. Then it is off to bed with her, and I'm left alone again. 

With this time, I do a load of wash, gotta do it anyway, and who knows, I might need that which is in the laundry in the morning. 

Watch a movie, wash is done, and put in the dryer, and finish the movie. Off to bed I go and quickly to sleep. 

As we traveled down the Road to Dementia Town, it seems that there were many curves today. Just couldn't see very far down the road. It was nice when we could see a few miles ahead, but today that ease of vision wasn't available today. That is alright, for what we had wasn't as bad as I could imagine it could be. For, as we much as we could, we were Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.