Soup Sunday.

Sweetie and her son on Christmas.

 

You can't see it, but this is after I've cut her hair. I enjoy her short hair, it almost combs itself. I think the rest of the family has gotten used to it by now. As it is, I can't see her in long hair now a days.  

Today is oldest daughter's Soup Sunday. I had forgotten about it, and with a message from her, we now have something and some place to go to.

When we go places lately, Sweetie isn't as eager to come with me as she has been in the past. It is taking more effort to talk her into going with me. I do usually convince her to come along, and as long as that happens, I cannot expect more. 

Saturday

With nothing on the calendar, there isn't any real reason to get Sweetie up any earlier than nessary. Still, I have to watch her, to see if she is awake, or sleeping. Seeing that she is awake, I go in. 

She is pleasent enough, and so, it is Happy Medicine time, and then out to let it take effect. Back in, I can see that she wants to get up, but the pain of moving is stopping her. I get in and with support of her shoulders and neck, we make it up. 

this is where my loving and embracing her comes in handy. Expressing sweet encouragements and holding her, she is up and out of bed. The day begins. 

I thought French Toast would be a nice breakfast for a change. Some Hickory Spam, and French Toast. Easy, good and different. Sweetie is watching TV, and I'm in the kitchen, getting it all together. 

Getting her up to the table, she begins on the meat. Good choice, then it is fingers for the French Toast. I've learned, that if she is going to do that, just let her go. How she feeds herself doesn't matter, it is simpley the fact that she is eating. 

She started to put food on my plate, and I had to convince her that it was for her, not me. I had my own food to eat. She came to an understanding and started to eat again. 

As normal, I'm finished before she is, and while she is eating, I'm up to make the bed, brush my teeth, and get dressed. Coming back to find her plate empty and with her sitting at the table. Syrup is a sticky business, and have to wipe her hand and face clean. She doesn't like what I'm doing, so I have to talk her into letting me clean her face. 

With nothing else to do, we sat and watched TV. A common event nowadays. Tried to find something interesting, did find the Rose Parade, and watched for a little bit. Tried some football, that didn't interest her or me, so what to do? 

Took a ride to the mall, did our walk about, and was about to head home, when I thought about the Buffalo and wondered if they were out. 

Heading that way, I could see that it was snowing on the Sandia's and thought that would be fun, to drive in the snow while listening to Christmas music. Yes, it is still playing on the radio, until Monday and we are still listening to it. 

We drive by the area where the Buffalo are, and yes they are out. Heading up the road, the snow is getting heavier and bigger snow flakes all around us. The song "Winter Wonderland" is playing and here we are, in the middle of the snow fall. 

Soon, too soon, we are out of the snow and heading for the highway and home. 

One of the movies we watch was "Driving Miss Daisy". It so touched me, expecially at the end, where Hoke finds a piece of pie, and feeds it to her. I see this being played out every evening as we sit on the couch and eat our dinner. 

Soon, we are off to bed, and waiting for sleep to come. I can hear her wimpering, and so, I reach out, touch her softly, and tell her she is safe with me. She relaxes and we sleep. 

For the day, it was slow and steady. Driver was interested in getting off the highway and taking some side trips this day, on the Road to Dementia town. The Buffalo and snow were welcomed distraction from the mundane day. Then again, it did make it easy for us to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.