Twinsies.

Twinsies.

When I was this, a twinkle came to my eyes. When we were first married, and for many years to follow, Sweetie didn't, wouldn't hear of it, or even attempt to wear the same cloths, same color, same whatever. We were different, and therefore we would dress differently. 

You see, when she was a child, her mom made them wear the same stuff. Her mom made most of their clothes, and therefore, they looked alike. As an adult, she made sure that didn't happen again. 

As you can see, as the years passed, it came quite normal for us to buy tee-shirt that had the same message or patterns on them. As evidence of this picture. I felt we were becoming one in mind, spirit and love. 

Friday

It looks like another beautiful winter day out my window. Pondering whether I want to take Sweetie out with me, or let her stay home. 

For the past couple of nights, I have been taking her sweatshirt and pants off bdfore she gets into bed. For some reason, she seems to sleep better with less cloths on then more. Plus, she is easier to get out of bed in the morning, which makes me think we should of been doing this all along. Then again, maybe her Dementia wouldn't let me do it. 

Anyway, it is time to get going. In with a smile, and happy morning greeting, and she seems to be happy to see me. 

Open the blinds to let the sunshine in, sit on the bed, "Hi, I'm Arthur, your husband." I have a monologue that I tell her, that she has been sick, that she is getting better, and that I am taking care of her. I will tell her this everyday until she goes home. 

I want her to think that she will be well again, and have a positive mindset during the day. It helps me too, for I am acting "as if" this is true. 

Into the bathroom she goes. Something that I think will help me. I do believe she doesn't control her sphincter and because she cannot stop herself from pooping, it comes out like she takes in her food, one bit at a time. 

Right now, all the prune juice I've been giving her, has allowed her to eliminate all the time. Which has it good and at the same time, the bad. As for me, I just deal with her having a dirty bottom all the time. Some wipes work, than again, a shower is called for. 

Anyway, with bathroom duties over with, and breakfast on the table, we are getting the day started. I may cut back on some of the fruit and see if that will firm her up a little. 

She doesn't want to come with me, so off I go. Watching her on my phone, and walking the course. Two things that are becoming a mainstay these days. 

Golf was so-so. Got my mandatory par, a couple of missed birdie shots, and many a missed putts. 

Home, Sweetie is on her nest, so I leave her there and turn of some of my TV shows, those that are too intense for her viewing. 

Soon she is up, and sitting with me. Not for long, as we head out to the mall for, you guessed it, our walk about. 

Home again, and all is going well. Have dinner planned, and we have our "Birthday" meeting to go to. We get cake and ice cream, as we celebrate birthdays at the last Friday of the month. 

Home, undress, and into bed we go. Holding hands, cuddling, our prayers and to sleep we go. 

A good outing this day on the Road to Dementia Town. No surprises, no detours, just a nice outing, as the miles pass, we kept our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.