Saturday, Sept. 16th - Fish heads, fish heads, roly-poly fish heads...

Today the weather was beautiful and we spent most of the day outside. The kids played with a little orange car that Emily gave to Maggie a couple of years ago. Maggie drove it, Jacob pushed it, Josh ran around next to them laughing hysterically. Jacob, of course, repeatedly attempted to run down the lane toward the potential of traffic and the cliff leading to the ocean, rather than up the lane, to the quiet of the grassy field and the safely enclosed space. Mom, as usual, had to provide the barrier between Jacob and what he really wanted. Didn't exactly make me Ms. Popularity.





Granda Tom spent the early part of the morning on the government wharf, waiting for Lloyd Sullivan to arrive with the catch of the day. Lloyd has a quota for cod, caught in trawls and gillnets, and Granda Tom has invested a fair amount of his fixed income in the tasty little creatures. Granda arrived on The Point with two fish boxes of fresh cod on ice in the back of the truck, and we all watched as he, Carlie Bill, and Chopper gutted and split them. The tongues were cut out for Jenn (when you visit from away you get special treatment), the heads (sculps) were saved for Nan to eat stewed, and the fillets were shared among many, Marjie, Pat and ourselves included. What a treat, for the eyes and for the taste buds.