My locomotion’s wonky and my Parkinson’s obsessed
I can’t control my right leg when I want to get undressed,
I struggle when it’s morning for my legs are on the fritz
And pins and needles jeer when I fall down and do the splits.
My back is sore, my knees are tight, my belly’s farther out,
My posture’s crook, my shoulder’s hurt, I’m getting rather stout.
Do I complain that yet again I fell and tore my arm
I’m getting rather good at that…but comes an end to harm.

Her friends all call her Rudder ‘cause she steers a steady … Read the rest

It was a bloody nuisance. A short, yacht cruise this time. I inhaled Sandra’s freshly shampooed hair and held her close. She’s a moody devil, remote one minute then over me like an affectionate child the next. This was one of those loving moments and I determined to enjoy it while it lasted. I loved her and she seemed to love me. It was just that sometimes she didn’t show it. A cheeky glint in her eyes, a quick hug, and she was off across the deck. Sherbrooke to the Irish Coast and back again wasn’t all that far. I … Read the rest