The Ribbon of Road Ahead

How can I tell?  My skin is dryer and getting wrinkly. I have all the garden variety spots, moles and tags all over my body.  My face shows its age and sun exposure.  I have difficulty getting up out of the chair and cannot get off the floor anymore. My skin sags here and there.…

Months went by when I felt bored.  I sat in the chair and looked out the window at the horses in the pasture. I could have gone outside. I didn’t.  I didn’t do much of anything. What a waste of time.  It was apathy I am sure.  Parkinson’s disease induced apathy. Life is busy now. …

Write a comment… Carol Clupny January 11 at 9:50am · Survived test number two. Let me describe this physical therapy eval. First there was an interview about my activity. The rest is from the viewpoint of a Parkinson patient off meds. Cross your arms and stand up . Stand with your feet together eyes open…

They saw me. Where the sand meets the  waves, reality touches the magic of the sea . The sand here is firm and so very smooth to walk; the water so numbingly cold.  I walk knee deep to soothe the pain radiating from my.back down to my calves.  When I felt nothing more from my…

There is no doubt in my mind that my spouse would do anything for me.  After a day of looking through all our financial stuff and balancing 5 check books and paying the bills Charlie was brain dead.  Neither of us were in mood to cook so we went out. I found some grilled veggies for…

I have only attended a handful of Bluegrass festivals in my life. Not that I didn’t want to.  Life just has its way of getting in the way.  You may not be familiar  with this activity so I will do a bit of explaining before we get to baseball and I really confuse  you. A…

We are coming downhill through the trees at a pretty fast pace.  Moss covered trees in the old growth forest near the  Columbia River are whipping by.  Or rather, we are whipping by them. It so beautiful here, and peaceful if we just slow down to enjoy it.  “How fast?”  I shout at Charlie, his…

The medical assistant called me in to the exam room, and suddenly I became very self conscious.  I was going for the third programming of my Deep Brain Stimulation Neurostimulator, which meant Dr Hiller would be “up close and personal”.  There had not been enough time to find a breath mint to take care of…

The sky was a perfect shade  of gold ahead of  me.  Driving up Rieth Ridge on  I-84 west out of Pendleton I knew what I was in for.  Twelve years of commuting to work had taught me about the beauty and challenges of driving into sunrises and sunsets.  Arriving at the top of the ridge…