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Tuesday 16 October 2018

The will is alive with the sound of building.

What is joy without sorrow? What is success without failure? What is a win without a loss? What is health without illness? You have to experience each if you are to appreciate the other. There is always going to be suffering. It’s how you look at your suffering, how you deal with it, that will define you. 1

I don't know Mr. Twain. Sometimes I wander off the true and narrow path to enlightenment, but does one need to have both; to have one, you must have the other. Must life be balanced?

I remember a time when I suffered only joy, success, good health, and, if I do say for myself; I was a winner, But now..... now I know sorrow. I have not won anything for some time. I am out of balance. I am suffering the hanky without the panky; the holus without the bolus.

But this current setback is momentarily purely metaphysical. For some pessimists, the future of PWP is certain. We will end up requiring round-the-clock care, unable to be independent and perhaps with dementia.

How bleak is that!

I refuse to accept that fate. I am at war with PD. Unfortunately, at the moment, I seem to be failing. My defenses are breaking down. I am losing the battle for my sense of balance. Literally! There is some mysterious force trying to tip me over. Usually backwards.

I have had this shadow following me for nigh-on nine years and I refuse to let it upset me (get it?). With effort, I can forestall it until researchers find some way to stave it off completely . Trust me. The day will arrive when our weapons will be nuclear and the last battle will reveal us to be the winners with a legacy of joy, success and good health. These days of weary doubt and complications will just be fading memories.

Every PWP should decree their individual secular jihad; like Churchill:

We shall defend our health, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender 2.

Life need not be zero-sum game in a perfect yin-yang ballet. With our will and our scientists, we shall fight on to the end. We will never surrender. The good can and will eventually outweigh the bad.

Zero-sum game, my ass!

Will somebody please hand me my cane?

(1)Mark Twain (2) Winston Churchill (with my apology)

Tuesday 9 October 2018

Poetry's a notion

Some of you (well, maybe one or two) have asked me to write some of my poetry in my blog. The poems that have appeared earlier, while the words were original, the tempo and foundation were based on songs. When I re-read my own poetry, I think it is not very good but my son showed me one I had written decades ago. As I remember, it was based on a story I was reading about the sex trade in Denmark. I think this is not bad, Probably the only one worth posting. After this, I shall not inflict myself upon you further.

The Streets of Copenhagen

On the streets of Copenhagen,
Supine, and bathed in red,
I found a woman bleeding
From the thorns around her head

I stroked her hair, then gently
Placed two coins upon her eyes,
A genuflect to try to catch
The screams between her sighs.

If only this were real,
She whimpered in her sleep,
Perhaps we might have had a life
And lived beyond the street.

If only we were lovers
But I knew her soul was dead,
And I was growing kind of weary
Of the nails in our bed.

I stooped to say the right things,
But it came as no surprise,
She was just an empty savior
Full of saccharine and lies.

She wiped her eyes with steel wool.
Her arms stretched out to keep
The shadow that could never mend
The wounds upon our feet.

Lust became confusion,
And demanded to be free;
I told her I forgave her
And she did the same for me.

In the streets of Copenhagen
Where love is found for rent
It doesn't really matter
How your dignity is spent

Monday 8 October 2018

Stairway to Heaven

Stairway: noun - first used 1767, defined as: one or more flights of stairs usually with landings to pass from one level to another. (Merriam - Webster).

Have you noticed we have an abundance of stairs?

Stairs, Stairs, everywhere there're stairs.
I try to avoid them but I'm gettin' nowhere
Let's replace all stairs
Short ones, long ones, fancy or plain,
If there ain't no elevator, then hear me complain.
Now I have no beef per se with stairs. It is just they scare the crap out of me. Give me an elevator or escalator over a stairway any day of the week. I avoid stairs completely unless they have a sturdy handrail, but then I use them rather reluctantly and only if there is no other option.

If faced with using a handrail-less staircase, I will stay grounded.

I have reached the PD stage where balance is a concern. So much so, that I was unable to ride a bike this past summer. I failed because I couldn't mount the bike. That was humiliating.

An incident today, humbled me even more.

I was out early, walking, using my nordic poles, when I espied a very tiny person, on a very tiny two-wheeled bike, racing down the sidewalk, with his dad in hot pursuit. I stopped and asked the panting father "How old is your little boy?"

He smiled and replied"Three"

"Good Lord!" I chuckled.

"I know!" he said proudly while chasing his kid down the block.

A three-year-old racer! He was three and rode easily. He steered left and right, checking his balance each time. He was having a grand old time. Just out with his dad and making him run. Now, I am 24 times his age and can no longer control my balance enough to even ride a bike!

Oh PD, you bastard! You get closer to victory every day! Why you do me this way!?

Have no fear PWP, the war ain't over yet.

Wednesday 3 October 2018

STATS - A SLOW WEEK

Pageviews by Countries 

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers
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Canada
67
Australia
12
United States
12
United Kingdom
5
South Korea
5
Unknown Region
3
Japan
3
France
2
Netherlands
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A SLOW but DIVERSE 
WEEK