The hot-shot diet I pontificated about last week isn’t going so well. And I made such a big deal of it with Ellen and Reid.
Since then I’ve consumed: two hamburgers, fries, a breakfast sandwich with sausage and bacon, and sausage and pancakes for dinner. That doesn’t include the wine, gin and tonics, beer, and fish & chips (with mo’ fries) I ate last week on a Florida vacation (all of which was dissected in the letter written and mailed today that will be published next week). But I promise to do better. Really.
I think parental diet is on the menu of what kids ought to know about. They’re on a need-to-know basis and they ought to know. They already know a lot of personal things anyway (see last week’s post) and that’s okay. We’re all adults here (as they near their upper 20’s) so very little is off limits. That’s probably the largest change to the letters over the years; as my two have grown, they get to read things now that were held a bit closer to the vest not so many years ago.
I told the kids that there is a marginal chance that I might-possibly-maybe-perhaps start to run again. I need to compensate for a metabolism that has slowed to a snail’s pace while the adding of pounds is occurring with Usain Bolt-like speed.
Here is last week’s letter:
October 1, 2012
Ellen/Reid: It’s been more than 10 days since I’ve had any beef, but there hasn’t been any tofu during that span, either. But one has to start somewhere. We tried ‘beer can chicken’ on the grill Saturday night – until the grill ran out of gas and we transferred the whole caboodle to the oven. It was okay but not great although we’re not sure how someone can manage to mess up such a simple meal. I’ve also started to take the Omega 3 lozenges you recommended Ellen but am still somewhat uncertain what those are supposed to do. I’d look it up but the new MacAir is in the shop while the files from the decrepit Acer are transferred over to the new machine. I bought a series of one-on-one lessons at the Mac store and I’ll probably begin to step up to the counter in terms of attendance. It’s a slick machine but I’m slow on the uptake so the classes will no doubt be helpful. I’m tired of reveling in my technology stupidity. Time to enter the new age.
There has been some thought given to resuming a schedule of running on a limited basis. It’s a weight thing. I’m not ready to return to the days of what it took to run a 2:24 marathon, but a light jog of a couple of miles a few days a week wouldn’t seem to hurt things. The only reservation is what even a light dose of pavement pounding might do to the ankles. Perhaps low impact exercise is the way to go. At any rate I’ll keep trying to walk it off on the 2.5 mile circuit we take most every weeknight. Felicia has to slow down to accommodate my lack of speed.
I head to Florida on Thursday to join Bob and the two Daves (Hemminger and Dahlquist). This is our third such annual adventure, and I suppose we have Jane H. to thank for that. She keeps pushing us down this path and we are all too eager to follow it. We will be situated near Tampa but I don’t know the exact location. I rent the car and the others ride along and tell me where to go. It will mostly be golf, B.S.ing and a little fishing off the coast followed by more B.S.ing. The fishing is what I’m really excited about. The captain of the boat keeps saying what nice fish they’ve been catching but that is code for ‘You should’ve been here last week’ and we all know how most of those turn out. There doesn’t appear to be any hurricanes in the forecast beyond the ones that have ice in a glass. Really, we’re pretty much a wine group. I’ll try to stick to the new diet although there are no guarantees given that surf & turf will likely be on our menu.
Ellen, here are the printed checks from the cleaning service. I think they are trying to take you to the cleaners, no pun intended. Their bookkeeping isn’t what it should probably be. If for some reason we are shown to be wrong – but I don’t think so – then we will make them whole.
Reid, I promise to get your Christmas flight ticket this week. Thanks for the dates you provided. Since we won’t get a timeshare, we might drive over to Oak Island and stay at some seedy place on the beach. But we will still have a good time for a couple of nights. Oak Island must be about four hours or so. It’s just this side of Wilmington, which we will probably get over to for one night.
Work is going okay aside from working with the &*%^$#@ attorneys. They could clog up a culvert with all the legalisms they spew which I have to wade through and translate to useable English. But monkeys and pigs will fly in formation before lawyers ever write something in plain terms.
It will be great to see you guys at Thanksgiving. The free range, organic turkey sounds divine, Ellen. Reid and I will volunteer (won’t we, Reid?) to do most if not all the cooking. On my oath I will not forget sugar in the pies this year. Get some of those good green apples and a couple of tins of pumpkin pie filling, and we’ll be in business.