Today, I had to go to Warsaw to pick-up my medications. I stopped at my son’s house and was lucky enough to spend time with my son, his dad, one of the grandsons and the two dogs.
It felt good to see them again. I miss them so much. I don’t live that far from them but with my Parkinson’s I don’t drive too much any longer. We chatted and the little one picked on me, and made me giggle.
Laughing is a huge medicine in my life. I yearn it after taking care of my dad and brother for eight years. A giggle makes you forget any sadness. A youngster turns your train of thought into a much younger time in your life; when playing was what life consisted of.
After the visit, I drove to the pharmacy and then stopped through my favorite drive-thru for lunch. Penguin Point is the name of the restaurant. They are famous for their chicken and tenderloins, plus they have crinkle-cut french fries which is the rave all around here.
I drove back home to my quiet home. I tinkered in the kitchen for a while. I cut up some strawberries and a muskmelon and put both in the refrigerator for late night snacks.
Here is a link to the menu of Penguin Point.