Walking in Florida

This morning we took a walk. Daughter, Grandkids, Carolyn, myself and a black dog named Harley. Our destination was Starbucks in downtown Hollywood, Florida. A cool breeze brought to mind the dangerous cold that has descended on the country further North from the East coast to the Midwest. Here in South Florida the chilly breeze was softened by sunny warmth, swaying palm trees, lush tropical yards and a perfectly blue sky accented by puffs of white.

I brought up the rear of this unlikely parade. Arms swinging unnaturally stiff with hands fluttering at their ends like leaves on a branch high in a tree. So we walked, stopping occasionally to allow Harley to apply her signature by way of a pee. It could not have been more pleasant anywhere that I could possibly imagine.

Those of us who live with PD are never completely free from it or at least thoughts of it. And so the pleasantness of my surroundings gave way to thinking of PD issues that have crept in to incite a personal struggle recently. This being ropinirole and its list of secondary side effects. These side effects have moved beyond words on a product insert to disheartening reality. The troubling list includes dizziness or low blood pressure episodes, uncontrollable tremors, shortness of breath, chest pain and compulsive behavior.

My mind switched away from self as we approached Starbucks, that great coffee house that had been unleashed on the world from Seattle way back in the 1970's. 30 bucks later we were well equipped with coffee and treats. Starbucks is not for the thrifty minded. We took our troupe across the street to a park and playground where the children played while we enjoyed the coffee and the unique respite in the sunshine.

The children and their parents were a delight to watch. It quickly became apparent that this South Florida playground was a world playground. A simple kind of harmony played out in front of us in form of children from Europe, Latin America and America joyously playing side by side. The children were carefully watched and fawned over by a mix of generations from parent to grandparent. I reflected on the short span of life we are given as I enjoyed the sight of these beautiful children who will grow to adulthood soon enough and carry the responsibility of adults.

The sun is slowly sinking as I sit on the patio and tap out the remaining words of this post with trembling hands. Thinking of the children a sweet rhyme comes to mind:

"Red and yellow black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world."

Reassuring.

Shaky temporarily in Hollywood, Florida

John