It was a great event. And we were honored to be a part of it. The Hollands threw the church a Fish Fry Saturday night to thank the church for our support in Donald becoming a Deacon to the Episcopal diocese.
But.....fish.
I tried. Really, I did. Every few years, I convince myself the other times were a fluke, and that I can really like fish if I just psych myself up.
This time, it was a whiting fillet, about the mildest fish you can get. And it was fried. People can eat shoelaces if they're fried. So I can do this!
Ok. Well, I got about 50% down of one fillet. It had skin underneath, and that part made it very fishy (at least to me - no one else seemed to notice). There were sides, like cheese grits and slaw, and I concentrated on those.
Later, I began to feel ill. Nauseous, upset stomach, throat swelling, and the taste of fish would not leave my mouth.
I spent most of Sunday trying to make up for it, and wound up gaining back all the weight I had lost the previous week.
So....no more fish. Sorry if that upsets my more health conscious friends, but I just can't do it.
Well, maybe in a few years, I could try Long John Silver's, extra-fried and drowning in malt vinegar, tartar sauce and ketchup. Don't that sound healthy?
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The weekend was a disappointment writing wise, getting little done on my "positive style sci-fi story". Even more importantly, I continue to waffle on getting my books published/self-published. Every weekend I think I'm going to do something, and every weekend I wind up Hamletting it. Very frustrating.
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Game of Thrones....now we know Hodor is saying. "Hold the door" . The most heartbreaking episode yet.
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The Clinton people are getting out of hand. The Karl Rove style ruining of Sanders and his supporters is getting to be a bit much. And watching the media and Republican Party suck up to the fascist con man is making me more sick to my stomach than the fish did.
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My blood pressure is showing only the slightest of improvements, but at least it is an improvement. Maybe if I ate more fish. ...... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Until next time,
T. M. Strait
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