Just sit and enjoy.

One of Sweetie's angels.

This young lady is so precious. She comes twice a week to bath her, and sheds her special care on her. We talk, and she is always talking to her. When she comes in, she has a special way about her that draws Sweetie to the surface of life. Sweetie will smile and talk with her. And when she leaves, I get some special time with her. Sweetie stays awake long enough for me to attempt to feed and water her, then soon, her eyes glaze over and back she goes, behind the curtain. 

I was telling her that my daughter in California is after me to cut my hair. It is the longest I've ever had it, and to tell the truth, I don't have hair that looks good long. It is too fine and body less. 

So, I think I'll wait until Sweetie has passed, then look for a big titted barber, and ask her to rub her tits on me while I get my haircut. 

The idea of being with out Sweetie means a whole another life. To be near a healthy woman again, to feel the touch of another woman, to have a conversation with a healthy woman is so needed in me, in my soul. 

I am a man that loves the opposite sex. I love to see them, to smell them, to taste them. To feel them as they brush up against me. Sweetie was my box of chocolate that had a never ending surprise waiting for me. In the morning, with coffee and donuts, in the afternoon, with a cold beverage, in the evening, with a glass of wine, or late at night, a waking to her pleasures. She was my all in all. 

Friday

As I was up, and my nurse lady came to visit, to check on her, and to change her. I'm so relieved that I'm now getting this help. I've been doing it for so many years that it is nice to not have to do it. 

Today is her bath day. I've already told you about what happened. This lady is a kick, and she has a way of encouraging me to open up. When I do, the memories come out. The intimate memories, about how we met, about our passion, and she allows me to share those with her. 

It is in a strange way, that when I watch other women touch her, wash her, see her naked, I still think about us, the passion, the love, the animal love she and I shared. She had a way of driving me mad with love. 

She used to wear skirts that split up on leg. I've seen that before, but when she put them on, it was different, it was magnetic, just the flash of leg, the idea of where that leg lead to, and what awaited me when I got home. Dear Lord have Mercy. 

Anyway, today is the day I decided to do our taxes. The only reason I do them is because I have withholding taken out of my Social Security Checks. I'd rather file for a refund, then file to pay. Never know when the congress will make things taxable that weren't taxable the year before. 

Tonight, the oldest daughter, and her husband,  came to sit with her while I made my meeting. When I return and was saying good bye, I mentioned "... see you next week." There was a look of "What do you mean, see you next week?" on their faces. I'll let them figure it out for themselves. 

All in all, it was a good day looking around Dementia Town. Found a park to walk in, and we did. With the sun out, the blue skies over head, we enjoyed the day. Driver is watching out for us, as we just sit and enjoy. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.