There wasn't much of a day 8, actually. Within a couple hours of posting my last entry, I lay in bed dreaming of all kinds of food, feeling weak and wasted. I finally got up and fixed a small spinach salad, ate 1/3 of a banana, and had a small piece of cheese and some melba toast.
Oh well.
As I said, most of fasting is psychological, and something happened to me during the Mardi Gras meal yesterday- probably a combination of the food and the heavily tobacco-poisoned atmosphere, which had me feeling like I was going to die after being in that environment for two hours. Psychologically, I wanted fixing, and bad.
Other than losing 10 pounds, and finding out more about the mess in Iraq, which continues to be generally murky as far as information goes, there is one unexpected benefit to this experience: I started journaling again.
From 1982 till 1996, I kept a journal. Since I got saved in '84, it was interesting to look back at those particular entries. but for the most part, looking over the journals in 1996, what I saw was too much introspection, self-flogging, and depressing insights. So, while housemoving in the spring of '96, I tossed my journals out. I saved excerpts from entries having to do with getting saved. I was never much of a keeper of things I though had outlived their usefulnes. It wasn't the kind of stuff I wanted anyone reading after I was gone, anyway.
What I'll do with these entries is copy them into a Word file, and keep adding to them daily for my own amusement. I read not too long ago in Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac about a writer who kept a journal all of his life. in which he simply sketched out in a few words what he did that day. Now that's my kind of journaling. Enough of this introspection business! If I remember a few things about a certain day a number of years ago, that tends to trigger more complete memories of the day. This is something completely useless, I suppose, but, as I said, it amuses me. Ok, so I'm 53. Better late than never getting started on this sort of thing. It will be fun to read when I'm 80 and beginning to forget things.
A final word about Iraq: I continue to pray for the region, and continue to be concerned, and continue to believe that if one looks at the situation politically, one is missing the most significant factor. What is really important is what is happening there in the spiritual realm, and how that fits with Biblical prophecy.
I myself tend to think that the Second Coming will be a fairly long time coming- maybe as much as 200 years, if for no other reason than the preponderance of Biblical "scholars" who grow progressively more hysterical at the latest signs of the coming of the Antichrist, or the immanence of the Great Tribulation.
But I digress. Perhaps the most key insight about Iraq that I've read in the last couple months is this, from some unremembered journalist or pundit: "What we have done in Iraq is walk into a 1,000 year-old civil war between Sunni and Shia," or word to that effect. This thought, perhaps more than anything else I've read, defines the situation there most succinctly.
But on the other hand, with 150,000 troops there, surely at least 10-20,000 of them are people who know and love the Lord. What, one wonders, is the effect they are having on the region? These are people who know the Creator, love and pray for the Iraqi people, and perhaps are involved with getting Bibles into the hands of its citizens. The word is that thousands of Iraqis are getting saved, and churches are springing up all over the place. Will we ever read about this in the secular press? What do you think?
The mass conversions of millions of people in the Third World to Christianity, in lands mostly south of the equator, and in the southern and rural US, is perhaps the biggest underreported event of the last 50 years. That's not my view, but the view of a secular author who recently wrote a book on this subject. Sorry, I don't remember who this person was, nor the title of his book, so you have to trust I'm telling the truth.
"God is using the US as a policeman in the world," a Greek friend of mine said recently. He didn't mean it negatively at all. In his view, what many see as the imperial overreaching of American power, he views as part of how the Lord uses nations against one another as a mechanism of correction and judgment. This, by the way, in no way expresses the view of the average Greek, nor of the average Greek Christian.
I'll keep this blog up for a week or so, then I'll delete it. Thanks for praying-----Dan
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Day 7
So much for the easy phase beginning. Today was probably the most difficult I've had so far. This was mainly due to the school function we went to held at a local reception hall. Greek Mardi Gras was last Thursday, and this was a celebration of sorts for the school kids, where everyone wore costumes- I counted about 10 spidermen, 85 princesses, 5 supermen, and assorted skeletal, devil, court jester, and horror movie types.The place reeked of smoke and had a sound system that peaked at about 130 decibles even though we sat in the back, and I sat there for two hours soaking in the poisonous atmosphere and watching people gorge on souvlaki, pork chops, salads, feta, and white wine.
"You look pale," Zoe said to me at one point. I felt pale. And hungry. SO hungry. I was entitled to a plate of food with my ticket, which I surrendered to Zoe and her sister, who promptly made short work of it because we had come late and they were hungry, too. It was the memory of the sight perfectly grilled meat that haunted me the rest of the day. This is where I don't really understand a lot of fasting blogs I read. "I served a 7-course mel to my family today and wasn't tempted once," a woman on her 25th day of a fast might say. I say she's lying. I was hungry, and seriously hungry, every single day of my 23-day fast in '03. Ditto for this one so far.
My tongue is constantly white. I try brushing the color out with a toothbrush, but it stays white. So I figure my tongue is the main venue for the release of toxins in my system, since the temperatures are cool and I'm not sweating.
We played good cop/bad cop at Sunday school today. Zoe did the class, and I participated with a sketchboard message.Greeks are rather disorderly, and today's Sunday school class was no exception. One in particular was incredibly disruptive; so I singled her out and asked her if this is the way she behaved in regular school. I told her as kindly as I could that if she were bored, she could go downstairs and sit with her mom. I was angry, and she knew it. I didn't say it, but I was getting a little tired of her disrespecting my wife. She was duly mortified and was quiet the rest of the class. Zoe singled her out for special attention so she wouldn't feel too crushed, but the kid needed to be put in her place, and firmly.
"You look pale," Zoe said to me at one point. I felt pale. And hungry. SO hungry. I was entitled to a plate of food with my ticket, which I surrendered to Zoe and her sister, who promptly made short work of it because we had come late and they were hungry, too. It was the memory of the sight perfectly grilled meat that haunted me the rest of the day. This is where I don't really understand a lot of fasting blogs I read. "I served a 7-course mel to my family today and wasn't tempted once," a woman on her 25th day of a fast might say. I say she's lying. I was hungry, and seriously hungry, every single day of my 23-day fast in '03. Ditto for this one so far.
My tongue is constantly white. I try brushing the color out with a toothbrush, but it stays white. So I figure my tongue is the main venue for the release of toxins in my system, since the temperatures are cool and I'm not sweating.
We played good cop/bad cop at Sunday school today. Zoe did the class, and I participated with a sketchboard message.Greeks are rather disorderly, and today's Sunday school class was no exception. One in particular was incredibly disruptive; so I singled her out and asked her if this is the way she behaved in regular school. I told her as kindly as I could that if she were bored, she could go downstairs and sit with her mom. I was angry, and she knew it. I didn't say it, but I was getting a little tired of her disrespecting my wife. She was duly mortified and was quiet the rest of the class. Zoe singled her out for special attention so she wouldn't feel too crushed, but the kid needed to be put in her place, and firmly.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Day 6
Weight: 239 pounds Lost: 10
I've taken to marking my wall calendar with a big "X" on the days I successfully fast, and have just put up my sixth "X." If I look at it that way, there are only 2 1/2 more weeks of "X's" till the end of the month, and of the fast.
I've noticed that when I put my socks on in the morning it no longer feels like I'm holding a basketball in my lap and am trying to bend over it. Now it's more like a roll of flab, which is a big improvement. I also have noticed that I don't have as much crud in my eyes when I wake up. For the last ten years or so, every morning when I wake up I've had a film covering the corners of my eyes like a couple crescent moons that loosened within a few minutes and made my vision blurry until I either rinsed my eyes or rubbed the film out. I asked an eye specialist about this some years ago and he recommended that I rinse my eyes with warm water in the morning and assured me it was nothing.
Today I didn't go out at all, neither did I do any exercise. I spent time reading on the internet, and working on video editing (home movie stuff). I had another poor night of sleep last night, waking frequently, rising at 6, going back to bed at 8, and sleeping in till 10:30. Hey, it's Saturday.
I would like to take a walk before I go to bed. My fast started at 9PM Greek time 6 days ago, and that is about the time I add to this blog.
I may be moving into what people in the know call the "easy phase" of extended fasting: that's from days 6-9 or so till 15-20 or so. Your body has given up expecting to digest solid food, and has gotten used to the liquid diet. Yesterday, other than oranges, and lemons (diluted 10-1), I didn't have any fresh juice, and felt its absence. I had a couple quarts of store juice which, though it tasted great, did not feed me like the stuff from the juicer. Today I juiced, both in the morning and evening, a lot of spinach with a little celery mixed in (about 2 cups total juice), and about a quart total of carrot and apple juice. The spinach and carrot in particular are what I call "vitamin bombs:" there is so much good stuff packed into these two vegetables that you get a lift similar to that of drinking a cup of coffee, without the jitters.
Juicing is pretty time-consuming, what with having to clean the fruits and vegetables, juice them, and clean up later, a process requiring about a half-hour, but you could spend the same amount of time cooking a meal. I juice more than I need and share with Zoe and Cathy. Not surprisingly, Cathy doesn't like spinach juice, but she loves carrot/apple juice.
I find myself less concerned about time and more methodical in my movements. Yesterday it took me the better part f an hour to shave, prepare for a shower, and scrub myself twice from soles to scalp with a bath brush, trying to remove dead skin and anything secreted through my pores.
A blog called "US Cavalry OnPoint" has this interesting headline today:
"ON Point in Iraq: Marines "Hit the Jackpot" at Village near Fallujah"
And "The Fourth Rail" has the following:
"Coalition forces received a big break yesterday, with the arrest of a close aide to Abu Ayyu al-Masri, the leader of al-Qaeda in Iraq. Al-Masri's aide was captured at a gas station in Mahmoudiya, a city just south of Baghdad. The unnamed aide met al-Masri within a day of his capture."
I continue to think and pray about the situation in Iraq. I've also started reading two books I've read portions of before but haven't completed them: "Calvin's Institutes," in an elegant modern translation, and Dallas Willard's wonderful "The Divine Conspiracy."
I've taken to marking my wall calendar with a big "X" on the days I successfully fast, and have just put up my sixth "X." If I look at it that way, there are only 2 1/2 more weeks of "X's" till the end of the month, and of the fast.
I've noticed that when I put my socks on in the morning it no longer feels like I'm holding a basketball in my lap and am trying to bend over it. Now it's more like a roll of flab, which is a big improvement. I also have noticed that I don't have as much crud in my eyes when I wake up. For the last ten years or so, every morning when I wake up I've had a film covering the corners of my eyes like a couple crescent moons that loosened within a few minutes and made my vision blurry until I either rinsed my eyes or rubbed the film out. I asked an eye specialist about this some years ago and he recommended that I rinse my eyes with warm water in the morning and assured me it was nothing.
Today I didn't go out at all, neither did I do any exercise. I spent time reading on the internet, and working on video editing (home movie stuff). I had another poor night of sleep last night, waking frequently, rising at 6, going back to bed at 8, and sleeping in till 10:30. Hey, it's Saturday.
I would like to take a walk before I go to bed. My fast started at 9PM Greek time 6 days ago, and that is about the time I add to this blog.
I may be moving into what people in the know call the "easy phase" of extended fasting: that's from days 6-9 or so till 15-20 or so. Your body has given up expecting to digest solid food, and has gotten used to the liquid diet. Yesterday, other than oranges, and lemons (diluted 10-1), I didn't have any fresh juice, and felt its absence. I had a couple quarts of store juice which, though it tasted great, did not feed me like the stuff from the juicer. Today I juiced, both in the morning and evening, a lot of spinach with a little celery mixed in (about 2 cups total juice), and about a quart total of carrot and apple juice. The spinach and carrot in particular are what I call "vitamin bombs:" there is so much good stuff packed into these two vegetables that you get a lift similar to that of drinking a cup of coffee, without the jitters.
Juicing is pretty time-consuming, what with having to clean the fruits and vegetables, juice them, and clean up later, a process requiring about a half-hour, but you could spend the same amount of time cooking a meal. I juice more than I need and share with Zoe and Cathy. Not surprisingly, Cathy doesn't like spinach juice, but she loves carrot/apple juice.
I find myself less concerned about time and more methodical in my movements. Yesterday it took me the better part f an hour to shave, prepare for a shower, and scrub myself twice from soles to scalp with a bath brush, trying to remove dead skin and anything secreted through my pores.
A blog called "US Cavalry OnPoint" has this interesting headline today:
"ON Point in Iraq: Marines "Hit the Jackpot" at Village near Fallujah"
And "The Fourth Rail" has the following:
"Coalition forces received a big break yesterday, with the arrest of a close aide to Abu Ayyu al-Masri, the leader of al-Qaeda in Iraq. Al-Masri's aide was captured at a gas station in Mahmoudiya, a city just south of Baghdad. The unnamed aide met al-Masri within a day of his capture."
I continue to think and pray about the situation in Iraq. I've also started reading two books I've read portions of before but haven't completed them: "Calvin's Institutes," in an elegant modern translation, and Dallas Willard's wonderful "The Divine Conspiracy."
Friday, February 9, 2007
Day 5
Yep, just finished my 5th day and I am fairly hungry. I may have made a slight mistake buying banana juice at the local supermarket- because I read later that it is not really juice, but 20% pureed bananas, which I think caused my digestive system to start working again and would explain my hunger today.
In Slate Magazine I read this interesting article by their "Human Guinea Pig" Emily Yoffe who subtitles her series "Humiliating myself for fun and profit." It's about life on a calorie-restricted diet.
Slate also has an ongoing series called "Blogging The Bible" by David Plotz, who comes up with some fresh insight into the Bible as seen through the eyes of a a non-practicing Jew. His writing style is breezy and funny, and pretty irreverent, but that's the way non-believers are. He's still entertaining and insightful. I read with regret that he won't blog the NT, which is too bad, because he might have gotten saved doing so.
Greece has great juices. Today, along with the banana, I bought a liter of pomegranate, and some combination juices.
I walked a fair bit today, and exercised some. I spent some time at my friend James McKee's house helping him with some video stuff. James is a good guy, a Christian worker with WEC who will be leaving the country and going back to the UK with his family in a couple months. He'll be missed.
The Jawa Report has this today:
"Coalition forces in Iraq have delivered a series of stunning blows to al Qaeda in Iraq in the last 48 hours." He concludes his post with the following: "So, will you see this in the news? No. You. Won't."
In Slate Magazine I read this interesting article by their "Human Guinea Pig" Emily Yoffe who subtitles her series "Humiliating myself for fun and profit." It's about life on a calorie-restricted diet.
Slate also has an ongoing series called "Blogging The Bible" by David Plotz, who comes up with some fresh insight into the Bible as seen through the eyes of a a non-practicing Jew. His writing style is breezy and funny, and pretty irreverent, but that's the way non-believers are. He's still entertaining and insightful. I read with regret that he won't blog the NT, which is too bad, because he might have gotten saved doing so.
Greece has great juices. Today, along with the banana, I bought a liter of pomegranate, and some combination juices.
I walked a fair bit today, and exercised some. I spent some time at my friend James McKee's house helping him with some video stuff. James is a good guy, a Christian worker with WEC who will be leaving the country and going back to the UK with his family in a couple months. He'll be missed.
The Jawa Report has this today:
"Coalition forces in Iraq have delivered a series of stunning blows to al Qaeda in Iraq in the last 48 hours." He concludes his post with the following: "So, will you see this in the news? No. You. Won't."
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Day 4
Here I am galloping to the last minutes of my fourth full day of fasting. Last night, at last, I had good sleep. And today, though I was hungry, was by far the easiest day so far. As I was saying yesterday, you need about 3 days to get into this thing. I think that's the point where your digestive system shuts down, and your stomach and innards no longer expect to be breaking down and pushing along solid food.
We just had a wonderful time of visiting and praying with probably the most dynamic Greek Christian worker in the country, Elias Armenis. He has been reaching out to drug addicts and homeless in central Athens' Omonia square for the last 25 years or so. Every summer he organizes a team and goes out to various regions and islands of Greece doing open air outreach. Zoe and I met on his outreach to the Western Islands, the "Eptanisia," during the summer of '99, during which Elias had me do the sketchboard as sort of an appendix to his nightly meetings. He is one of the few workers in this country who has a genuine anointing from the Lord to do his work.
We'll be helping him this summer with personal and sketchboard evangelism as well as video work, as he will be in our area of northern Greece. Elias has a web site which can be found here.
We just had a wonderful time of visiting and praying with probably the most dynamic Greek Christian worker in the country, Elias Armenis. He has been reaching out to drug addicts and homeless in central Athens' Omonia square for the last 25 years or so. Every summer he organizes a team and goes out to various regions and islands of Greece doing open air outreach. Zoe and I met on his outreach to the Western Islands, the "Eptanisia," during the summer of '99, during which Elias had me do the sketchboard as sort of an appendix to his nightly meetings. He is one of the few workers in this country who has a genuine anointing from the Lord to do his work.
We'll be helping him this summer with personal and sketchboard evangelism as well as video work, as he will be in our area of northern Greece. Elias has a web site which can be found here.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Day 3
Weight: 244 pounds Lost: 5 pounds
Yeah, that's one of the immediately gratifying things about fasting: instant weight loss. The only problem with it is that after the fast your body remembers that it was starving, hoards the nourishment you give it, and you gain weight that much faster. So you have to really cut down on the eating, after the fast, if you want to stay skinny. Jerry Falwell did 2 40-day fasts in the last few years, and he's just as porky now as he's always been. I was skinny all my life, till my early 40's. Here's hoping I can be more disciplined in the future.
The third day of these things have always been particularly difficult for me, and this time was no exception. But I feel fairly tough mentally, and am cautiously optimistic that I can keep this up for another...how many days? 21? Yikes. Oh well. A lot of people do this for 40 days and swear that it isn't very difficult. I only know personally one person who went 40 days while I was around him, and it was incredibly difficult for him. I suspect that not eating is not all that difficult after the first 7 days or so, but the spiritual part of it is hard. We have an enemy who is aware of the power God can release through this discipline, and he'll do what he can to mess us up.
I have to confess that I am not getting up for early morning walks like I planned. Here's hoping I can start that. It's been chilly in the morning and you're a lot more sensitive to the cold when you don't eat.
Here are some interesting thoughts from the Iraqi blog "Iraq the Model," which can be found here. (This is in reference to the huge bomb that went off in the market a couple days ago that killed over 100 people.):
"I was with a friend on our way home yesterday when we were shocked by the sound of a powerful explosion. We looked in all directions trying to figure out where it was but there was nothing to indicate where the bomb, or whatever it was, went off...Soon a plume of thick smoke was rising from the ground... Minutes later I saw the first reports on TV talking about a huge explosion in al-Sadriya market and casualty tolls were increasing every other minute—25, then 40, then 75…an hour later news was talking bout more than a hundred killed in what the media like to call a "predominantly Shia neighborhood" Al-Sadriya (the place the bomb went off) doesn't belong to a certain sect; it's a commercial area where shoppers and shopkeepers are simply Baghdadis but sadly the media is keen on adding sectarian descriptions of the attacked targets in their reports. "
And then there is this by Iranian journalist Amer Taheri in the NY Post:
"The truth, however, is that, although there is a great deal of killing in Iraq, there is no civil war in any reasonable sense of that term.
Yeah, that's one of the immediately gratifying things about fasting: instant weight loss. The only problem with it is that after the fast your body remembers that it was starving, hoards the nourishment you give it, and you gain weight that much faster. So you have to really cut down on the eating, after the fast, if you want to stay skinny. Jerry Falwell did 2 40-day fasts in the last few years, and he's just as porky now as he's always been. I was skinny all my life, till my early 40's. Here's hoping I can be more disciplined in the future.
The third day of these things have always been particularly difficult for me, and this time was no exception. But I feel fairly tough mentally, and am cautiously optimistic that I can keep this up for another...how many days? 21? Yikes. Oh well. A lot of people do this for 40 days and swear that it isn't very difficult. I only know personally one person who went 40 days while I was around him, and it was incredibly difficult for him. I suspect that not eating is not all that difficult after the first 7 days or so, but the spiritual part of it is hard. We have an enemy who is aware of the power God can release through this discipline, and he'll do what he can to mess us up.
I have to confess that I am not getting up for early morning walks like I planned. Here's hoping I can start that. It's been chilly in the morning and you're a lot more sensitive to the cold when you don't eat.
Here are some interesting thoughts from the Iraqi blog "Iraq the Model," which can be found here. (This is in reference to the huge bomb that went off in the market a couple days ago that killed over 100 people.):
"I was with a friend on our way home yesterday when we were shocked by the sound of a powerful explosion. We looked in all directions trying to figure out where it was but there was nothing to indicate where the bomb, or whatever it was, went off...Soon a plume of thick smoke was rising from the ground... Minutes later I saw the first reports on TV talking about a huge explosion in al-Sadriya market and casualty tolls were increasing every other minute—25, then 40, then 75…an hour later news was talking bout more than a hundred killed in what the media like to call a "predominantly Shia neighborhood" Al-Sadriya (the place the bomb went off) doesn't belong to a certain sect; it's a commercial area where shoppers and shopkeepers are simply Baghdadis but sadly the media is keen on adding sectarian descriptions of the attacked targets in their reports. "
And then there is this by Iranian journalist Amer Taheri in the NY Post:
"The truth, however, is that, although there is a great deal of killing in Iraq, there is no civil war in any reasonable sense of that term.
"Sectarian war" is also hard to sustain. Although there is killing prompted by sectarian hatred, what we have today is a war of the sectarians, not a sectarian war. The difference is not mere semantics.
In a sectarian war, the overwhelming majorities of rival religious sects subscribe to the aims of their own side and actively participate in their pursuit. I saw this in the '90s, when I covered the various wars in the former Yugoslavia....Nothing of the sort exists in Iraq today. The deadly disease of sectarianism has not contaminated the majority of Iraqis."
As I said, that it's a mess is undeniable. But I've always felt that things, eventually, will be more or less all right. And I'm doing the only thing I know how to do to help.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Day 2
Okey-dokey. I've gone 48 hours now without food. That means I'm already 1/12 of the way done with this fast.
I didn't sleep well last night at all: I woke up at 3:30 AM and was up on and off the rest of the night. I fell asleep around 4:30 and then Cathy fell out of bed and woke us up. She's got us trained pretty well. She just shouts wherever she is and we come running. She's got a great life and I'm happy for her. I was one of six with two working parents and sometimes you were just glad if your parents remembered your name. So if we spoil our kid a little I'm not going to feel to bad about it. I'd rather see her secure and happy through lots of parental attention than phobic and lonely.
I had a good time of prayer with Zoe this morning. She is a much better pray-er than I am. She prayed mostly for individuals we know and are concerned about, and I prayed in a more general sense about our gratitude to be rightly related to God, for the wife and daughter God has given me, and for the ability and resolve to please Him in our thoughts and actions. I pray and think about things in Iraq on and off all day long.
Around lunch time I took a walk to take my mind off of food. The idea was good- the timing wasn't. I can now state with 100% certainty that the meal of preference in my neighborhood this Tuesday was fish. The aroma of grilling frying fish didn't leave me for more than a few steps. Zoe and Cathy had grilled fish themselves downstairs at the mother in-laws'. This makes perfect sense since the street market was yesterday, and fresh fish is sold there, which only keeps a couple days, thus the wonderful smell of fish in the air on every street I walked down, for its entire length. After awhile I began to savor the smell as a way to eat vicariously, through my nose. Hey, there's no law against it.
When I was talking to Zoe about not getting angry as easy, last night, she made the point that when you eat, you feed the flesh, both spiritually and physically. And she's right. I love her for these kinds of insights. She tried to leave some comments for me from yesterday's blog. It's too much work. I told her send me an email. If you want to leave comments, see the email address up in the title description.
I didn't sleep well last night at all: I woke up at 3:30 AM and was up on and off the rest of the night. I fell asleep around 4:30 and then Cathy fell out of bed and woke us up. She's got us trained pretty well. She just shouts wherever she is and we come running. She's got a great life and I'm happy for her. I was one of six with two working parents and sometimes you were just glad if your parents remembered your name. So if we spoil our kid a little I'm not going to feel to bad about it. I'd rather see her secure and happy through lots of parental attention than phobic and lonely.
I had a good time of prayer with Zoe this morning. She is a much better pray-er than I am. She prayed mostly for individuals we know and are concerned about, and I prayed in a more general sense about our gratitude to be rightly related to God, for the wife and daughter God has given me, and for the ability and resolve to please Him in our thoughts and actions. I pray and think about things in Iraq on and off all day long.
Around lunch time I took a walk to take my mind off of food. The idea was good- the timing wasn't. I can now state with 100% certainty that the meal of preference in my neighborhood this Tuesday was fish. The aroma of grilling frying fish didn't leave me for more than a few steps. Zoe and Cathy had grilled fish themselves downstairs at the mother in-laws'. This makes perfect sense since the street market was yesterday, and fresh fish is sold there, which only keeps a couple days, thus the wonderful smell of fish in the air on every street I walked down, for its entire length. After awhile I began to savor the smell as a way to eat vicariously, through my nose. Hey, there's no law against it.
When I was talking to Zoe about not getting angry as easy, last night, she made the point that when you eat, you feed the flesh, both spiritually and physically. And she's right. I love her for these kinds of insights. She tried to leave some comments for me from yesterday's blog. It's too much work. I told her send me an email. If you want to leave comments, see the email address up in the title description.
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