A Top Ten List
After nearly eight years of Living with Parkinson’s, I’ve come to the realization that my lovely wife looks at me much differently than she did in the past. After some brooding and pouting, it dawned on me that nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot” better than a shiny new hang tag. Surely, there must be more.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than getting a shiny new hang-tag to compliment my growing collection of mobility aids. If the tucking my walker behind the closet door and disguising my cane as a bed-side lamp can’t incite her passion, I may have to buy her a Buick.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than getting a front row parking spot at the Casino. After all, nothing says I’m fiscally savvy and make wise investment decisions better than a handful of Players Club cards and a seat at a black jack table; the one where everyone knows my name.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than trying to decide which one of our kids would treasure my used Toro leaving the others to fight over a nearly new set of teeth.
- Nothing says, “So you think I’m hot…” better than helping my faithful sidekick shop for a Life Alert necklace. As it turns out, even she thinks I’m about to fall and can’t get up.
- Nothing says, “So you think I’m hot…” better than allowing the county Rescue and Recovery Dive team to use our hot tub for practice drills leaving me to enjoy the solitude of Ivy’s kiddie pool and the neighbors swimmies.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than watching a toddler on his tricycle taking a victory lap after leaving me in a pile-up in the infield.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than getting my walker fitted with an aftermarket audio system complete with navigation and a holster to carry a side arm. Just because its vanity plate reads MY HELLCAT and the only CD I could find is Sammy Hagar’s hit “I can’t drive 55” doesn’t mean it is or I should.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than dropping a crispy $20.00 bill on the counter of the nearby Stuff-Mart and leaving with a silk shirt and as much bling that a canvas shopping bag can hold. I do have an image to maintain.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than attributing to my Sidekick any and all rogue gastric emissions.
- Nothing says, “So, you think I’m hot…” better than getting to hold my lovely wife close, knowing she wants to share her life with me, and hear her tell me that she loves me.
Thank you Lisa, for always being at my side and believing in me. The best is yet to come.
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Why do you ask, Ivy? Lisa and I have been together about 600,000 kilometers.
Al and his faithful, but flatulent sidekick, Ivy the wonder pup.
I didn’t mean to confuse you, Ivy. Time isn’t all that interesting to me. Lisa and I are committed to going the distance.
This one is pretty good, Ivy; we should find an agent.