I’ve been strictly Paleo this week. Except for the half bag of meringues… and the ice-cream I bought from the man in the (pale blue and vintage) Volkswagen camper at the beach earlier. BUT other than those (minor) indiscretions I’ve been a paragon of clean eating with nary a complex carbohydrate entering the temple that is this… eh… well maybe its less of a temple and more like a Ziggarut… now that I think about it.
But lets not dwell on the architecture of the fuselage. The crux is that an attempt is being made to get back onto the straight and narrow, the virtuous path (from whence others can be judged for their wayward dietary deficiencies) has been… eh… sighted.
Its made me cranky AF. And I might shiv you if you came between me and a delicious seafood linguine right now. I mean I’d probably feel bad afterwards, helping you to apply pressure to your perforated abdomen. But only after I’d finished licking the plate.
We’re also out of coffee1
[1] this a reoccurring theme in my life I’ve realized… and obviously speaks to a serious character flaw (in so far as it points out my inability to gouge my way out of the short term immediacy thing I’ve got going on)
Tomorrow I’m heading over the mountain to the big city… I have a list of essential items, which includes the bulk purchasing of the above. Although I’m mostly going for hardware… things I need to complete my basement office project, new workshop project and the fencing… insofar as I’m trying to fence in the back garden to keep the German Shepherd contained (when we go out) but still allow the tortoises unrestricted access to lawn-grazing and general romping.
Speaking of which…
Saved this juvenile walking the German during the week sometime. He’d fallen into a storm-water… gully I suppose, and was wedged in there on his back. Took him home, pondering how one might re-hydrate a tortoise… because I am budding Herpetologist now. But after ten minutes right side up in the shade he seemed to be fine and wandered off to go do… tortoise type stuff2
[2] CLEARLY I am not a skin-job/replicant. (which may be a little bit obscure for those not deeply versed in Blade Runner lore) Or maybe I’m just better at hiding it.
Also, is this not the most paleo-esque meal imaginable? Served with bone broth… because we are out of the black stuff.
Capsicum’d the hell out of my salmon and my scramble. It was pretty good. Although sooooooo much more effort than cereal from a cardboard box which is then drowned in the lactose of another mammal, to be accompanied by the herculean effort of pushing a button on the Nespresso machine. Also… *looking across at the skillet and other assorted paraphernalia used in the meals creation* so much more clean up. Washing the dishes in the worst.
I mean probably not worse that going hungry. Or sleeping in a corrugated iron shack. Or… being a school girl in Afghanistan. But you know… I still feel hard done by that there is a downside to consuming (healthy) calories.
In other news.
Yesterday we went three bays over. Eh… to the right. If you’re facing Antarctica. Its probably only 20km as the crow flies… but (probably) double that when you hug the coast line.
The metropolis of Betty’s Bay… who I don’t even think have a Petrol station. Its also has the dubious reputation (in my mind at least) as the locale where my cousins kid got bitten by a Bergadder, a relatively small, stubby neurotoxic viper endemic to the region. Anyways. It really messed him up… and has made me super weary about where I plant my paws when tromping off the beaten path.
They also have penguins though. Which occupy a section of geography here called Stony Point, an old whaling station.
And penguins are kinda cool.
They do penguin-y things. Like, hide under your car…
… and eh… if you’re in the DC universe, potentially become an arch villain for your foremost character. Although some might argue that Superman (and not Batman) is DC’s premier persona. Those people should not be taken seriously though. *rolls eyes*
Anyways, its time for pants. Real pants. And not boardshorts I mean.
Haven’t clacked away in the nude it what feels like forever. Probably too old for that now.
Go Darke 