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Showing posts with label Amy Marash. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

when panthers roamed

and before it froze in Hong Kong and was hot on Christmas in NY, then dumped a blizzard.

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:

FIRST SIPS:
fresh ginger root tea

BREAKFAST: 
Farm eggs, if the hens are laying
buttered toast
summer jam
NM pinon coffee with steamed milk

LUNCH:
fresh squeezed ruby red grapefruit juice
big chunk of leftover pork roast sandwich (sangwich) 
espresso

SNACK:
Tecate w lime

DINNER: 
pizza with friends

calories: 4,300

NETFLICKS-TIME TREAT:
chocolate covered chocolate
calories: 4,300


Saturday, December 7, 2013

AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT

Duncan Blitz usually didn't feel sorry for himself, but today he did.  Christmas coming, no work.  Alone.
Beverly Barkowitz never felt sorry for herself; it was enough to be alive.
Satellite Sally had the big honkin blue.  She was packing so much weight her pajamas were tight. Her hand was burned (Operator Error: Pressure Cooker) and her kid was in a scary situation that Sally could neither assist nor control.

Sally ate:
Breakfast
coffee and toast
a row of brownies from the pan
another row
Avocado and lettuce salad
brownie
nother
Lunch:
Smoked Salmon with cream cheese on toasted something-bread with nuts or dried fruit or something
hard boiled egg
sliced cucumber
Red wine
a chocolate bar  
calories:  3,900

Duncan ate:
a baked potato
2 beers
calories: 610

Beverly ate:
cafe latte and a pastry at Flying Star.  "Are you ready for Christmas?" asked the cashier.  "I'm never ready," said Bev, wondering whether she'd ever had the wherewithal to just say, "I'm Jewish."
calories:  330

Beverly made beef brisket simmered in red wine and invited everyone by.
Sally couldn't get out of the house (everything too tight)
so Bev came to her place, with the brisket and a sixer of Christmas beer and sent a text to Dunc:
noche buena 7p satellite sal's b there

Dinner was good and everyone got safely home
amen.