oday, I scrubbed another section of tile. It’s true, I don’t scrub it every day. What can I say? It involves scrubbing on my hands and knees – no mop is gonna get that dirt off that floor, let me tell you. The tile literally changes colors – from an almost black to a reddish brown. Yup.
And after hosing myself down afterwards, I cooked searfish curry.
1 tsp curry powder
1 tsp salt
3 tablespoons coconut oil
We ran out of potatoes, so I doubled up on carrots –
4 cloves garlic
1 cup green beans
2 green chilis
1 teaspoon curry powder
½ teaspoon chili powder
½ teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons coconut oil
As I took the fish out of the freezer and put it in a bowl with water to thaw, the cats came into the kitchen and rubbed themselves all over my ankles, meowing like something tragic had just happened. I’m standing there, talking to Tellulah, because, of course, she’s the vocal one, "What’s up, Tellulah? Whaddya want?" Uh. Laurie, didn’t you just take fish out of the freezer? Don’t cats have sensitive hearing? Can you figure this out, or do you need a road map?
Evidently, I need a road map. Fahim, busting a gut, pointed it out to me.
After work but on his way home, Fahim went to the mall five or ten minutes away by highway looking for aloe vera gel for me, but nothing. Yeah, I’m obsessed with aloe vera gel. It tends to be able to heal a whole heck of a lot of things, and thus far, it hasn’t been anywhere. I may actually need to get it shipped from Canada. We have a couple of places left we can check out, but they’re in Colombo, and Fahim will only take me there by motorbike since trishaw rides start adding up, and motorbike is way less expensive. Of course, I’m a chicken. Aye, therein lies the rub.