Tonight a couple ordered a filet.

They wanted it cold medium rare. And medium well.

They wanted the chef to cut the filet in Taos and then cook it to two different temperatures.

The chef cooked the steak medium rare and and sent it out.

The cut half the steak off and then had the steak cook it more.

But who thinks a restaurant will cook one steak to two different temperatures?

Table 27.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Fun Fact: If. You are going to give your number to your server so that she may be able to contact you and your husband for fun…it would be a good idea to leave more than 15% on your $140 check.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk!

Every night I sit on the right side of the sofa. Adam sits on the left. Eventually he ends up lying on the left side with his feet in my lap.

As he falls asleep I sit there watching tv. 99% of the time I gave a soda water and a bourbon on the sofa table behind us.

Almost three years ago I reached for the bourbon with my left hand and as I picked it up I noticed my hand trembling.

I chalked it up to being tired.

But it continued.

After a few weeks I became concerned. What if it were Parkinson’s disease?

I finally mentioned it to my doctor at my next physical. He assured me it was no tParkinson’s but did refer me to a neurologist.

She too assured me it was not Parkinson’s. She thought it was a famial tremor, but to make sure scheduled an MRI.

The MRI was normal.

She let me know the cause, the treatment, etc.

I started taking medicine that seemed to be working.

Until about 6 months ago.

The symptoms are worse.

I have a follow up appointment in a month but until then the tremors continue.

For the most part it’s not an issue. It’s really only noticeable when I drink bourbon sitting on the couch. I don’t notice it much otherwise.

Except tonight.

Tonight a server asked for help. He was busy and needed to cappuccinos made and taken to table 25.

I made the coffees.

Put them on a tray.

And picked them up.

Only I couldn’t carry them. My hand was shaking so badly I was terrified I was going to drop them.

I made it from the kitchen to the wait station.

The server saw me struggling, which was embarrassing, and took the coffees from me.

It’s really hard knowing that I can’t do what I used to do.

In 1987, I could carry three glasses in one hand with a fourth glass balanced on top of the three.

Today I couldn’t carry two coffees without being terrified I was going to drop one.

It’s hard acknowledging your weaknesses.

But.

I do try and own it.

As the server took the coffees from me I explained that I had a tremor in my left hand and was doing the best I could.

I don’t care what they thought.

Own your limitations.

Be who you are.

But.

Getting old sucks.