Apple - check. Ditto, small white handkerchief. The year is 1973, and I'm a newly minted college grad, about to embark on what will turn out to be a lifetime effort to meditate successfully. The apple and hankie we were told to bring with us to the lesson. This will be their last appearance in …
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Yep, I'm a real human being, churning out words to amuse myself and maybe even you too. But sometimes I wish In could just turn over this wordsmithing to someone else. Because sometimes I am just too damn tired. Since such a someone else does not exist, I'll do the next best thing. I will …
Cuppency. Gynecup. Guppen. Pencey (surely that’s a word now).
And these, ladies and gents, are some of the daily determinants of my mental acuity. In other words, the New York Times Spelling Bee puzzle. But first, I feel compelled to treat (subject?) you to the last batch of France pictures, specifically of the aptly named Nice and nearby Vence. Promenade des Anglais, the place …
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Cruisin’…..but maybe not
A boat the size of a small town? Nah. Cheeky and/or cheesy entertainment? Nope. Formal attire night? Gag! So no, when I vowed to eschew the cruise for the rest of my days, I wasn’t kidding. I’d stick with the small group hiking/ walking trips which typically numbered between 10 and 20 companions. My favorite …
Paris: Parkinson’s miracle or mystery
When I left for Paris eight days ago I was experiencing tremendous stress, and a good number of Parkinson’s symptoms, by which I mean muscle stiffness, extreme aching from my waist to my ankles, and twitching in my left foot. All of these symptoms were painful and lasted, cumulatively but not consecutively, about 2-4 hours …
Mrs. Brown paints the town!
But what color does she paint it? I’m having a delightful time in Paris with no loneliness, though I did see a friend a couple of days ago. Few words in this post, mostly pictures. Green at Restaurant Anne. Tres yummy were turbot on bed of puréed potatoes, snail balls ( the green things) with …
A funny story about
depression. Okay, gotcha, it’s not really funny but it might make you feel a little better about your own down-in-the-dumps moments in a misery-loves-company sort of way. We Parkinsonians tend to look for patterns in both our bodies and our minds. We may establish that the late morning “off” time (those painful/disgusting/ yucky sensations) occur …
Cheese, Cheese, Cheese
Fromage! To die for (or maybe from) Cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese Cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese Cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese A haiku for you, appearing as a pinned tweet on Twitter What the French have perfected Fromage Where I'm going next week France What my sister gave me for my birthday. …
Singing and Dancing Away My Parkinson’s
Exercise is not just recommended for people with Parkinson’s – it’s prescribed. If you want to slow the progression of the disease, you must move. A lot. And your motions should be large. Singing is recommended for people with Parkinson’s who experience diminishing vocal power. So, despite the fact that I’m a terrible dancer and …
Guest blogger Emma ( the fabulous) Stubbs
Good morning! And welcome to my summer break #2. I didn’t want to ditch my readers entirely so I’m sending you something even better than me. And that would be my co-blogger and co-Parkinson’s sufferer Emma Stubbs, a Scottish lass who handles her situation with aplomb and great humor. I encourage you to roam around …
