tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866338636233091015.post7607193346013902589..comments2023-06-29T00:58:31.782-07:00Comments on Parklife: The Pink LifeParker Liferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892332065873441546noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866338636233091015.post-60171591685315227862013-11-09T23:01:30.128-08:002013-11-09T23:01:30.128-08:00I feel time now. It keens at me always. Like the s...I feel time now. It keens at me always. Like the staccato beat of high heels in a long linoleum hallway. Time chases me. My fingers type slower. My shoulder shifts forward to combat the stiff ache. My hand won't let go of the paring knife after I've sliced the apple. <br /><br />And I feel time. <br /><br />We all have things we don't want to lose. We all have things that we NEED to do. The PD makes me winnow those things to their finest point. If I am forced to choose what would I aim for first? <br /><br />For surely if they knew about the Parkinson's they wouldn't trust me with...<br /><br />I feel time. <br /><br />-A<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866338636233091015.post-74401555264309511762013-07-09T19:21:23.046-07:002013-07-09T19:21:23.046-07:00The opening lines and post title are lifted from M...The opening lines and post title are lifted from Mike Doughty's song "The Pink Life".Parker Liferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09892332065873441546noreply@blogger.com