baby feesh

This morning was spent painting the massage room (we’re up to 2 coats on the ceiling and walls now) and doing some housework. More juice, psyllium, bentonite as sustenance.

I had a headache this afternoon, so I went for a walk along the Tantragee Saddle loop down the road because you’re supposed to get up and get moving if you feel bad while you’re fasting. I learned my lesson last time, and wore flip-flops (‘jandals’) instead of sneakers this time, especially since it’s been raining heaps lately.

Nothing eventful on the walk – the lambs are growing, but still super cute especially when they’re feeding and their little tails flick back and forth.

Arnaud and I made baked fish, roasted yams and salad for dinner tonight. There was a little bit of excitement when we discovered a strange-looking organ attached to one fillet – Dean said it was roe, but it didn’t look like eggs to me, guess they were inside? Arnaud took to referring to it as ‘baby feesh’ and carried it around on knifetip to see if anyone wanted it cooked – not surprisingly, no takers for that one. The rest of the fish looked and smelled delicious – turbot fillets with fresh tomatoes, onions, thinly sliced carrots, garlic and lemon baked in foil packets.

After dinner, we rolled out the projector & big screen and watched ‘A Lot Like Love,’ the only DVD left out of the 6 from last week (minus an anime film no one but Oceana wanted to watch). I stayed up late enough to watch the All Blacks perform the haka before the Portugal game in the World Cup, but wasn’t dedicated enough to watch the game.

Photo: house on a hill, from Tantragee Saddle.