The world, a place where people ate what they grew or hunted, till they died when viruses and fevers hunted them, became safer with sanitation and antibiotics. It was a sunny place, and we cooked and washed up inside our homes; there was water to drink, and spare time to read or go swimming.
The weather was variable but the seasons were predictable. If your father and maybe mother worked, and you did well in school, you could go to college. You got a good job and saved money for travel, or cross-country skis, or a work of art, or a used car. You might indulge in sexual freedom, political freedom, intellectual freedom and freedom from your parents' past.
Duncan Blitz had thrived at work, tumbled in and out of marriage, and marriage again, and even though some people worried about bringing a child into the world, he had one, plus a dog. Eric named for the ancestors, Wiley somehow arrived and and left already named. Eric grew up, Wiley was buried in his spot on the property.
Duncan and a puppy strode up the road, the person happy to be alive, the dog was simply dog-happy.
How are you coping? Did the snow energize you? Was it quiet and calm?
DUNCAN IS ON THE PREDECESSORS DIET:
fresh ginger root tea
Farm eggs, if the hens are laying
NM pinon coffee with steamed milk
fresh squeezed ruby red grapefruit juice
big chunk of leftover pork roast sandwich (sangwich)
Tecate w lime
pizza with friends
chocolate covered chocolate