Friday, December 31, 2004

Final advice for 2004



Forget about the advice Dustin Hoffman received in The Graduate:

Mr. McGuire: I want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin Braddock: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin Braddock: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.

I have better advice. Are you listening?

Me: Real Estate .

Nuff said.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

This little piggy went to market

OK. I have a confession to make. I am about to come out of the closet. I..uh..am..uh a bacon junkie. There I said it.

For years I have meditated, exercised, dieted, moisturized, flossed, and exfoliated to maintain my Greek god fit exterior. I eat egg white omelets, fresh vegetables and fruit, skinless chicken, and I drink water all day long. I gave up cigarettes. I drastically reduced my alcohol consumption. BUT, I will not give up bacon. I don’t just love it I NEED it. This became glaringly apparent this morning.

I went to the grocery store yesterday to buy dog food. My only other purchase was a pound of bacon. I brought my purchases inside and did not empty the sacks. Soooo when I looked for the bacon in the refrigerator this morning I couldn't find it. It was in a sack on the table with the dog food, unrefrigerated for 20 hours. Any sane person would have simply thrown it in the garbage. But sanity is an iffy trait in my personality makeup. I went online and googled “unrefrigerated bacon" and found a few posts that said the delicious sodium nitrate and healthy gassing during packaging would probably render it safe if cooked and consumed immediately. That was good enough for me. So my dog, Sam, and I had a scrumptious bacon breakfast. Now we wait............................................

If I don’t post for a while please know that I have a simple case of Staphylococcus aureus, Salmonella, Clostridium perfringens, Campylobacter, Listeria monocytogenes, Vibrio parahaemolyticus, Bacillus cereus, or Entero-pathogenic Escherichia coli…..and that I still love bacon.



Saturday, December 25, 2004

Ho Ho Ho....not this year

Today is my second Christmas without BC. Last year I spent Christmas trying to adjust to the sudden aloneness. You see we had 33 Christmas Days together spent in cities around the globe. 1970, our first as a couple was in Houston. In 1971 we were starving NYU students. As we moved Christmas Day found us variously in San Francisco, Dallas, London, Paris, Adelaide, Sydney, Jakarta, Benghazi, Khobar, Riyad, and Moscow.

Today I'll try to make new traditions with my extended family.......

Without him.

Gay widowhood sucks.