Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. The weather is clear but cold. I don't miss the rain one bit.
There is a new show on the electric TV named "Oddities". It's about a store in New York that specializes in weird and different things like a mummified cat and a two headed stuffed cows head. I really get off on the weird but the thing that struck me about the store is that the customers are weirder than the stuff for sale. It's the only weird thing on which I've ever turned my back.
I met with a new (to me) neurologist on Thursday. I blame every ache, pain or body change to the Parkinson's. He quickly verified the diagnosis of Parkinson's. Then he disabused me of my belief with regard to my aches and pains. Oh well, you can't win 'em all. But I did agree to medication to control the tremors. We'll see what transpires. Sadly he did tell me that the mental and body changes I experience are due to (get ready)... old age! Oh well , you can't win 'em all. So it turns out that the Parkinson's is the least of my worries. But all the others are so vague with regard to their origin that I am unsure what to worry about.
Aches and pains are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick