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ageing constant reminders of my age exist popstars on tv whom i have no hope of remembering e.g.will smith my granddaughters rolls their eyes in mock horror the initials *mjf*.....not my era the words of the latest pop tunes more eye rolling and looks of mock horror where are the car keys i cant cut my toenails with the same elegance eyebrows get lost in the mirror my doctors pronouncement that the beauty spots on my face were indeed senile warts ...can you believe it however inside the mirrors image is a young beautiful agile and sexy lady whom age has not withered ..ready for most things or thats what i keep saying to myself hope the new apartement is suitable chuck no stairs is a great thing lifes a great adventure if one can keep up with it judy >From: Charles E Murray <[log in to unmask]> >Reply-To: Parkinson's Information Exchange Network ><[log in to unmask]> >To: [log in to unmask] >Subject: The wake up call >Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 06:51:14 -0700 > >Has anyone else on the list ever wondered if the aging of our bodies is >God's way of reminding us we only have so much time to get our mission >completed? > >I know if it wasn't for mirrors, and now the relatively rapid aging >effects of PD, I would be surprised each time someone asks me if I want >the seniors discount. On this list, with the anonymity of the written >word, there is little sense of age at all, and I suspect that all of you >share my lack of personal awareness of age, at least while you lie in bed >with meds working well. > >With each passing year the whole concept of time blurs, and my life takes >on the character of a big family album. I need only open to the right >page and I am looking at my daughters in the crib, instead of standing by >their sides looking down at my grandchildren in their cribs, Oops, now >those grandchildren are getting ready for their first date, the page >turned. Einstein or someone like that said time is an illusion, a >construct of our minds, and I've come to agree by noticing that half my >life went by divided in equal time periods into the time it took to raise >a family and one trip to the dentist for wisdom teeth extraction. > >Pat and I spent yesterday and last night boxing our stuff for the movers >who come this morning to take us from this three story endurance test to >a single level home in the senior zoned section of our city (how neat to >go from being the old folks on the block to the youngsters one last >time). By the time we crawled into bed both of us knew our age, but as >to Parkie, I am grateful to report I made it up and down those stairs at >least a third as many times as I would have in the past, and I actually >carried some stuff in the process. > >But back to the subject. This morning I woke thinking (sometime >dangerous for my well being) that God and my soul must think I need a 4 >alarm wake up call, a loud, obnoxious, and ever present Road Sign called >Parkinson's with a message in such big letters that even I can't remain >oblivious: "GET ON WITH IT CHUCK." Wish I knew for sure what IT is >suppose to be. > >Love >Chuck ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com