It is common for a person to find themselves more and more limited regarding what they can do as they age.
I periodically hear that getting old stinks. I'm beginning to realize that getting older with Parkinson's Disease has the potential of wreaking even more havoc.
It is common for a person to find themselves more and more limited regarding what they can do as they age. As the Parkinson's I find myself dealing with has progressed over the past few years I have found I can no longer do, or find more challenging, even some of the most routine things I previously did without a second thought.
Putting on and zipping a coat has become more of a chore. Tying my shoes is no day at the beach either, especially when I try to double knot the laces. Even getting in and out of a chair is more labor-intensive than it ever was before.
I have become a lot more cautious than I used to be when out and about. Since my plunge into Bear Creek a few years ago, which I attributed at the time to simple clumsiness on my part, I now realize was likely due to loss of balance related to the disease. Consequently I am a lot more careful when I get around even the smallest bodies of water as I was last week when taking pictures of a handful of Marion County bridges.
I miss the days when I would go out for hours and shag fly balls. That would be quite a challenge today with a shaky glove hand. Plus with the sloth-like speed I now possess I'm sure I would spend far more time chasing batted balls than catching them.
Because my balance is not the best it has been decreed that I have lost my ladder-climbing privileges. The jury, however, is still out as to whether that is such a bad thing. I can't believe I'm going to miss cleaning out leaf-filled gutters, painting the highest reaches of my house or taking down abandoned bird nests from light fixtures.
Considering how long I have been dealing with tremors, the fact that something was wrong was one of the worst kept secrets in Hannibal. Another non-secret, at least to people who take their valuable time to read this column on a semi-regular basis, is my love for photography.
One might be tempted to think that my hand tremors would have robbed me of that enjoyment, but thus far that has thankfully not been the case. To this point I have been able to adapt and continue to take photos. Are all my photos perfectly in focus? No, but they never were to begin with.
My attitude is that every successful photo outing is a victory in the personal battle I'm waging each and every day.
One such win came a little over a week ago. With temperatures in the 60s on a Sunday afternoon, I broke out my camera and photographed an eagle in a River Road tree. Amazingly the best photo of the batch I took was of the eagle in flight, which should have been my biggest focusing challenge. Go figure.
My next photographic outing will hopefully come Wednesday morning when a lunar eclipse occurs. I have attempted to photograph lunar eclipses before with little success.
While it seems most total lunar eclipses occur in the middle of the night, not so the one coming up this week. It will still be going on when the Moon sets around 7:30 a.m.
According to Universe Today, this will be the first of two lunar eclipses in 2018. Because it is the month's second full Moon, it is considered a “blue” Moon. Depending on how deep the Moon passes through the Earth’s shadow and the Earth’s atmosphere Wednesday morning, the Moon's color could vary from orange to red during totality.
While clouds or bitter cold could rob me of my fun Wednesday morning, Parkinson's will not keep me from trying to take photos of when a "blue" moon turns blood red.
The views expressed in this column are not necessarily those of the Courier-Post.