Thursday, May 23, 2013
May 23. Day 143. Gone fishing
I think it comes down to decision time. I'd love to be one of those people who could plan out a week's meals in advance and shop accordingly. But I can't. How can I possibly know on Saturday what I'll feel like on Thursday?
So I decide every day and that means every day the same question. It's the question asked of mothers almost as much as "why?" and even more than "Are we there yet?"
Yes. It's "What's for dinner?" Perhaps we are all just too spoiled for choice. There are just so many food options.
Life would be so much easier (albeit more boring) if it was the same every day as is the situation for most of the creatures on earth.
This bird at the University of Queensland lakes seemed to have no problem with dinner. Dive under. Get a fish. Eat it. Repeat. Simple.
I might even be convinced to take up fishing if my success rate was anything like his.