Good morning, Fed!
It's morning for me, anyway. I always check my email during breakfast, then move on to the forum. Today I am under pressure to produce at least one "pearl of wisdom." I doubt it will be forthcoming, but I'll just write.
Yes, the worst thing about a disability of any sort, I think, is the way friends and relatives start looking at you differently or avoiding your presence. Even in the early stages of PD, I can notice uncomfortable behaviour in some people. Others show their concern too much and constantly try to do things for me or offer assistance just because they know I have PD. If they would only wait, they'd see I'm not in need of aid yet.
My only child is my son, who lives about four hours away by car. He gets here with his wife and two kids (ages seven and three at present) about every other month, but I know he'd be here immediately if I called and said I needed him. To be honest, when the whole family stays three or four days, I'm ready for solitude and silence again! I love the grandchildren dearly; they just require more energy than I can muster for many consecutive days. The older they get, however, the better the visits are for me.
I may have mentioned in another post that because I know my travel years will be limited, I am over-compensating by going on a lot of trips while I can. Next week I'm making a short journey to California for my high school class's 50th reunion. In September I'm taking a tour of the eastern maritime provinces of Canada (Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia). In December my sister and I are going to Walt Disney World to behave like children and go on all the wild rides. And next spring I'll go overseas again, to Belgium and the Netherlands on a riverboat cruise, then to Oxfordshire for a one-week tour of gardens in that area. If I survive all those trips, I may plan others. But travel is hard work; I have always found it tiring, even before the TSA started requiring that we perform stunts like simultaneously removing our shoes and putting all our carried possessions in bins and pushing all of them along till they reach a conveyor belt. I feel as if I'm taking juggling lessons -- and not doing very well at it, either.
I wish you a good, gentle day as well. Mine will begin (in half an hour) with a walk with neighbourhood friends and my dog. The sky is overcast; I'm hoping it will be a dry walk. Later I'll continue some research I have begun on the writings of one of my former university professors. A quiet day, I expect.
Sorry -- absolutely no pearls today --