Category: Parkinson’s Disease Rants & Ramblings Archive

I fell. I simply got up from my chair and went down hitting objects and papers stacked away in the bookcase beside my chair. I don’t recall having any loss of sensation, nor do I recall the presence of Gracie, the loving and sometimes overly attentive Golden Retriever being at my feet. I don’t recall…

The sun is shining again, and the temperature and humidity makes it feel like summer already. The heat and light of summer has always been my favorite time from my earliest recollections. With the onset of summer came the removal of shirts and long pants and even the shoes that protected my feet from the…

One of the most meaningful lessons I learned during my time in pharmaceutical sales training (both as student and as instructor/facilitator) was that the VALUE of something lies not in the thing itself, but rather in the result of engaging it. Simply stated, the value of a one quarter inch drill lies not in the…

The sun is gleaming off the remaining snow that covers the pasture and yard visible from the old farmhouse. The bright sunlight infuses my consciousness in a way that lifts my mood from the foggy overcast that has been the shadow-maker over extended periods during this pandemic bound winter. Hungry for human interaction, this posser…

The breeze, though welcomed, does little to relieve the sweltering heat of the summer sun. Even sitting under the huge maple tree as the grandchildren play excitedly in their inflated new pool exposes one to humidity that engages a flood of perspiration almost instantly. Scorching temperatures and soaking perspiration means nothing to our delightful grandchildren…

The old trunk sat next to the chimney in the attic of the house my father built in 1945. My mother had told me when I was a teenager that the trunk belonged to her father who died in the 1920’s. I had every intention of going through the old trunk to see what was…

A virus? A pandemic? And, we’re told that age (being old), current health condition and anything less than perfect (my slant on the information given) lungs and heart, position one as prime candidate for the terminal journey of the coronavirus now infecting (infesting) virtually every continent in the world. The best method of prevention is…

From a frosty glistening mass of green grass and scattered leaves has emerged a warmer fall afternoon beneath an ever so common blanket of clouds. The Maine Anjou cattle nibble their way across the sparsely green pasture toward the recently scattered bales of fresh hay. Gracie, the ever-observant Golden Retriever sits quietly watching the livestock…

As we exited the plane at London’s Heathrow Airport, the fatigue of a long and crowded flight was taking its toll. A promised wheelchair was waiting but took me only to the first exit where we were told to wait for the special assistance vehicle that was coming. One other person who I discovered later…

The old pecan tree sheds its small green blossom strings as the winds whip by with bursts of energy from the north. Every web a spider has made acts as an unwitting trap for the tree’s rendering, giving warning to this aging possessor of Parkinson’s as to where not to walk lest he be encompassed…