Breaking Rules + Mt. Diablo, Tahoe, Trailers and More, Obama v.s.

I'm breaking all my rules, sugar, fat, salt, no fasting. It's just what it is right now. Tomorrow Erwin and his family from Switzerland are coming over for pizza, so it looks like the party isn't stopping till at least next Monday and Lord knows how much damage will be done by then. It can't be helped, and I'll have to work harder than ever to fight the bulge. I have serious doubts about loosing 30 pounds in less than 4 months. I haven't done anything like that yet, even when the pounds were falling off.

The heat wave continues as Mt. Diablo burns. It was 80 degrees in Oakland yesterday, and I don't do well in the this climate. In fact I become physically disabled, and when that happens little to nothing gets done. That's the way it was Monday.

Last night the fog rolled into Oakland.  We went up to into the hills this morning to try and see Mt. Diablo but it was shrouded in a thick marine layer. As I was coming back down to our neck of the woods I could see the fog burning off on the other side of the Bay already. Today will be another hot one.

I am going to do a gumbo recipe based on my experience with the Swiss/Austrian chefs, Hans, Andres, and Erwin, but it won't be this week. It in my head.

Speaking of heads, I'm headed off to Tahoe for my yearly gambling junket with my friends. We do this every year. People are coming from NY and LA, so it' a big deal. It's the one time of year that I gamble. I pray to my father Rocco to bring me luck and sometimes it actually works. Win or loose it's always a good time. I think I'm going to take Frida this year, so it will be better than ever.

I'll be going over to my brother-in-law Brian's In Carson City, Nevada this Saturday and talking to him about putting in a solar unit for our Airstream trailer. Then I'm going to haul it back up to the desert, and I'll be spending more time there, starting next year, if not sooner. Just me, Frida, food supplies, and as little technology as possible. Leave me alone, no trespassing, keep the fuck out.

Of course, we're never alone. You think hey, I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, like a Dwight Yoakam song, then you wake up in the middle of the night and five Blackhawk helicopters
fly 200 feet right over your cabin with lights blazing on a full moon going about 75 miles an hour. They can see the color of your boots. Now mind you, we're in the middle of nowhere, or are we?

On the way back Sunday I'm stopping at my friend Joey and Shelly's house outside of Sacramento. Dinner, football, and catching up are on the agenda. This is one those items on my things to do list for 2013.

Putin 1/Obama 0. Looks like our boy got out of this one for now with the help of Vladimir. Is this an alliance? Obama has more support from the Russians than he does from his own party. Who use the nerve gas on those poor people?

I must leave, my head is full.

That's it.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

Food consumption;

Breakfast; cereal w/almond milk, strawberries, peach fruit...1 Italian sausage

Lunch; 2 shortbread cookies, chocolate cake, handful of cashews

Dinner; pasta, Brussels sprouts, red beats, butter, Romano cheese

Walking; 3.5 miles walking...tomorrow I bike.