Holding hands.

Sleeping Beauty

Different picture, but a new one for '22. It may not be the best, is just new. 

It was a good day yesterday. From wake up to back to bed, the day was good. Sure we had some rough spots, that is normal. 

One of the new behaviors is when we are ready to go out, she heads for her nest, and I have to redirect her out to the car. Once I get her in the car, and "Buckled up for safety" and a kiss, we are then ready to leave the house. 

I'm looking forward to spring this year. Getting a new BBQ just seems so exciting to me. As Sweetie slips more and more into her Dementia I think of the evenings we can have, outside, with her on the couch, and me cooking. 

Going with a gas BBQ this time. Simply for the ease of cooking. I prefer charcoal over gas, but that needs more time to get going, and then cleaning the ashes after a couple of uses, plus the time to get the coals up to cooking temperature is more time than I prefer. Besides, we are not going to be cooking for hours on end, and that would be a charcoal job. Sweetie doesn't like ribs which takes time on a BBQ, done right, and so it is just a quick on the grill and off and eat. 

Tuesday

Up and at them time. She hasn't moved, but when I go in, she sees me and smiles. We talk, I give her a dose of CBD, and we chat for a bit. Telling her I'm going to get her breakfast ready, and let her Happy Medicine clear the cob webs out of her mind. She smiles and seems content with what is going on. 

Upon returning, she allows me to help her out of bed. Sitting up, legs over the edge, and I help her slid out and down to the carpet. Holding her tightly, she snuggles comfortably into my chest and I feel her breast on my body. Yes, I still find that exciting. Still after 35 years of marriage and 77 years of age, she still excites me. 

She didn't wet through her insert pad, and I think I know why. It was the way I put them on her last night. I've come to the conclusion that her bottoms center isn't the same as the pads center, and I adjusted it to more of matching centers, where there is less of a chance of leaking then before. We'll see what happens tomorrow. 

Made biscuits this morning. She gets her fruit, cereal, and juice. This morning, she is also going to get a hot biscuit with butter, jam, and CBD. If nothing else, she eats a good breakfast. If she looses that, I will know she is failing and time will be short. 

She is putting on her Grump act, and I have to be stern with her. Get her shoes on and we get going to the car. As I said before, she heads for her nest, and I have to re-direct her to the car. She isn't happy to be in the car. 

As we drive to the course and by the time we get out and moving, she is in a better mood. The day is nice, the coolness of the day isn't bad, and I am almost over dressed for the tempature. 

Had a good/bad day on the course. Good, had some great shots, 4 pars, and just missed two birdies. On the other side of the coin, I had 3 double bogies, which is more than any time in the most recent outings I've had. So, in the balance, we had a good time, and Sweetie was good company. 

The afternoon was about normal. Except when it came to lunch. I make sandwiches for us, and Sweetie started by dismantling her sandwich. Ate the top bread first, then the bologna on one half. I helped her with the what was left over, making a whole sandwich out of those parts, and fed it to her. 

After lunch, to the mall we go. She gets tired now after one lap, and I'm pushing to get another half in. She is so worn out by the time we get to the car, I'm grateful for the time we do get. 

Home for the rest of the evening, TV, and all. One of the things that amazes me, is as we watch, and I watch her watching the show, is her reaction to what is on the screen. She laughs, she gets sad, she knows, which means she is still in there. 

We ended this day in bed, snuggled together, holding her hand, and thanking God for another wonderful day. As sleep once again paid us a visit. 

Driver was up and whistling this morning. What He had planed for us, He wasn't sharing. Into the day we went. His hands on the wheel, and we are in the back, buckled up for safety, and down the Road to Dementia Town we went. Who knows where we will end up this day, all I know is that we will  be Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.