My older daughter stayed at my grandmother's tonight. I have been informed she also refused her meat because she didn't want to eat "tortured animals." I told her that I was proud of her, but that she could eat meat anytime she wanted and that she didn't have to stop just because I am. She decided she would still ear sausage and *maybe* bacon.
Ahhh, pork. That is going to be the meat I miss the most. Like I told my husband today, it wouldn't be worth doing if it were too easy.
Tonight was the first time I have had fish since I started this whole thing. I ate crab stuffed mushrooms.
On an unrelated note, a friend of mine is taking a mission trip to India this summer to help girls and women who are victims of the sex trade. This stirs up a lot of emotion ine. I feel jealous that she has the chance to do something so meaningful, saddened that this kind of stuff occurs, but mostly inspired to find something that I can do to help.
What to do, what to do.
I thought of maybe putting together an event to crochet or knit scarves, hats, and blankets for the homeless in my town that the shelter could give out or perhaps for the domestic violence shelter. It would be a small thing to do, but if I started organizing now, by winter we could get a lot done. Hmmm...
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