Yes, a Halloween party in The Blue Lakes Memory Care Center is just what the doctor ordered in Robert Milstid’s Alzheimer’s book, Transitions. Bring your blue masks! Find it on Amazon.com in print or Kindle. amazon.com/author/robertmilstid
Thankful for the new audience!
Thankful for the new audience!. Transitions being considered for another Alzheimer’s library in Florida. This will make three.
Looking for photons in this rusty town
The light is so bright just up a ways. I can tell that something good is just up a ways. I will have to say that these days the bags drag low from the damage done from way too much fun, more than my fair share of dancing through long nights with spirit friends. I danced just this side of the devil’s ballroom and lived to learn to move away. Now I’m on the way to new light, working as a carpenter to make all the ends meet and greet my good wife with a kiss and more. I’m also writing again but not that well. I never needed to be great just fluid like photons. Fluid like fluid. This rusty town has used up it’s useful radiant ways and fresh light is needed. The next light up ahead appears to be better than the strobed flash glows that were so prevelant back in the day. The black light mirror ball watched our hips sway to and fro. We were stars on the go and nothing has changed. The disco lights were witness to the flash music and first kissing and the crackling of innoscent boys gone wild. Those pumping good days were filled with the a well lit and well hung moon. Those swinging zoom zoom days were a good time filled with great wine but now it’s time to move on.
I’ll pack up nothing but my good wife and go on a seeker journey for fresh photons, towards the new rock star in my being that is ready to be a new human being with all it was meant to be before God initially said the word GO.
I’ve kissed enough girls and my wife is happy for my big boy evolution so while everyone is happy I think it’s time to go again. This institution of political correctness is no place for a Texas rebel not unlike myself. I have to race towards a new light. I need to find a place that plays all the Steve McQueen movies and serves a friendly drink or two that doesn’t need a fruity twist to be marketable. The next light must offer the freedom to twist and shout like that song from the old days. My good wife and I are arriving in a new light now and trembling with joy. It’s like getting a new toy. I arrive in the new light and clothe myself with the merits and lessons of youth town so as not to repeat them. Glad to be here and dancing like a big dog. The new light is a new reason to fight. I’ll throw a punch at the here and now because I’m not one to sit around like an old brown cow. I fly to the next new ready light and screem MOO! That’s how I rock and zoom. It’s how I look in the mirror and smile and walk a mile in my own shoes. Now I’m ready again.
Permission to smile….. Granted
It seems that all the front page news is all to familiar; it is alive and well, like yesterday. The pages of our stories are thankfully endless. Starting over is our minute by minute choice and gift. We smart humans can be predictable except in our own personal changes and revolutions. As we analyse the days of old and the constant series of struggles that have passed, we see the unforgiven moments unfortunately remain along with the valuable lessons we were suppose to learn. The old mistakes fade and make way for new ones. I see my son becoming a man more and more and my other children quickly follow in his example. My young man son looks about wondering how many mistakes he will have to make before getting it really right. I look at him and smile with the experience of forty-nine years I have been blessed with and assure him that time is our friend and mistakes are the ingredients of fine armor. This wiggle road that we travel is full of things to trip on and we do. We also find valuable perils on the dusty trail worthy of smell, a touch and even a kiss if she likes us and offers a glimmer of hope to our journey. The calluses of lessons learned are our right of passage and I recommend smiling as much as possible. Life is funny, mean and beautiful. Move on with courage my children. Seek out someone who loves the real you and cook colorful food and kiss a lot and go to the beach and call your mom and smile back at the mirror and more! We are blessed.

