I would describe the state of my life now, while I turn 77, as Dementia meets Parkinsons, with a cocktail, and a couple of strange friends.

I pulled my truck into Daniel's driveway today to use his shop-vac to detail the inside. As I sat there planning my approach, I felt my truck moving, rolling forward, straight into the back of my neighbor's Explorer. I had turned it off and left her in neutral.

I had one shot to avoid ruining both of our days, and I took it. My right foot shot forward to my brake, I could have missed it easily, but I nailed it, stopping inches from his rear bumper with a trailer hitch.

I walked into Kroger's the other day for supplies and headed straight to the water place to pick up my four Deer Park water bottles, when I realized that I had forgotten to grab a cart...

I went to make my egg sandwich breakfast, cracked the egg into the garbage and started to put the shells into the pan.

There are countless episodes like this occurring regularly. They are comical until they are not. I have the local nursing home on speed-dial, but the problem is, my shaking hands may not be able to make the call.

Anyway, my truck looks amazing inside, who knows what's next...