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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


Sunday, September 1, 2013

I Wish I Knew

Duncan Blitz had a small case of Sad.   "I'm forty-fucking eight, and what can I show for it?" He checked the freezer, the fridgie, the kitchen cabinet, for chocolate.  nada.

Duncan opened a Tecate, squeezed a lime, took a tug.  

It was better not to measure, he decided.  Tomorrow could bring dark chocolate. 

DUNCAN IS ON THE PENSIVE EATING PLAN:

Breakfast:  
Slow-brewed Stormy Tea
Lemon Curd Cake
3 mugs cafe con leche

Snack:
Chewy Granola Bar
Chinggis Vodka, Gold. 2 shots

Lunch:
skip

Dinner:
Tortilla Soup
Cesar Salad
club soda with lemon

Dessert:
Chocolate Chunk chocolate ice cream
Ultra Dark Chocolate Truffle with caramel and salt.

I feel much better, thought Duncan.  

Monday, August 29, 2011

DUNCAN BLITZ IS ON THE DIET OF DIVINE INTERVENTION

Duncan Blitz looked into his heart and saw a tangle of noodles and spun candy.

"God," he said (to God), "Help me out!" and set about sorting and simplifying until it was orderly.

"I'm 40," said Duncan (to Nobody), "Eric is 14, and Wiley is 13 times 7, in dog years."  Nothing lasts forever, he decided, except the sky.

Sorting and simplifying proved daunting to Duncan, who decided to tackle his task after lunch.

SIMPLE MAN'S LUNCH:
sliced grilled breast of gingered duck
rice and black beans flavored with garden thai basil, texas thyme and mouth-popping grape tomatoes
hand made corn tortillas
salsa of fresh peach,  green tomato and slivered onion

chilled watermelon

SNACK:
apple pie w ice cream

BEVERAGE:
cafe con leche?
club soda?
red wine?
tecate?

"please, Duncan," said God: "decide."