Learning As I Go

I took that picture of a mimosa tree this morning when I was on my little walk. Here's what the blossom looks like closer up.

I like their pretty little powder puff blossoms. Wikipedia says that it is reportedly psychoactive with the flowers being used to make a tea and that in Chinese medicine it's used for depression. 
This is quite interesting, I think. I wonder how many plants and trees I live amongst that have properties I never would have suspected. 

Mr. Moon's been at his house all day. Yesterday he went upstairs and brought down two twin beds, including the mattresses and frames, a night stand, and all of the mattress pads and quilts that had been on the beds. All of this stuff was bought by him (so bizarre) years and years ago when we were still talking about building a house in Apalachicola. A coworker of his was downsizing and she sold him this oh-so-charming set of early American furniture. 
The man is fixated on early American furniture while I detest it. It probably reminds us both of our childhoods when that style was quite popular and whereas he had a very good childhood, always feeling safe and loved, mine sucked. That may have something to do with it. BUT, he has some workers coming from Tennessee and once again, don't even ask me how THAT happened because although I sort of heard the story, I did not retain it, but they need beds to sleep in while they're being Glen's right-hand men. 

He loaded all that stuff up yesterday but then we got some rain and the radar didn't look so good and he didn't have a tarp so he just backed the trailer into the garage and waited until today to take the beds and bedding over there. He did, however, buy sheets for the beds yesterday at Target. I kid you not. Glen Moon went to Target and bought sheets. Next thing I know he might clean a toilet! 
Not here.

So I haven't even seen him today because he got up before I did, had his breakfast and left. Snapper season begins on Saturday so he'll be leaving tomorrow to go to the coast to be ready to fish on Saturday morning at the crack of dawn with the guy he fishes with. 
I am basically a single woman now, I suppose. 

Sigh.

So as of tomorrow, I will have been on the Zepbound for a week. As the week has progressed, I have been paying close attention to what effects it has had on me and so far, they seem to be nothing short of miraculous. This is not to say that everything about the changes are ones I might have chosen and that mainly concerns my love of cooking. 
It is just harder to get excited about cooking when I don't feel a lot of hunger. And I swear, as I said yesterday, some foods just are not appealing to me now and that isn't just the sugar stuff. No food is calling my name, exactly, and if I thought I was having trouble figuring out what to make for supper before, this is a whole different kettle of gumbo, so to speak. 
Somehow, some way, I have no desire to make or eat things that are not pretty basic and when I say "basic" I mean, quite plainly closer to the dirt as I may have said before. I'm not sure. Salads seem to hold a lot of attraction for me. Soups are good. I still want my cheese toast for breakfast. I'm eating a lot of cottage cheese and fruit which I am enjoying as much as I'd enjoy anything, I guess. But that's good because I have not been eating much fruit for awhile. As I've aged, it's taste has changed for me but the fruit I'm eating right now is fine. I picked these today.

And they are delicious. 

But back to cooking. I am exploring the poke bowl situation and that sounds very good to me. On my shopping list right now I have miso and ginger which I keep forgetting to buy. Tuna's on that list too. Fish is far more appealing to me now than meat is. 

I was thawing out some pork chops for tonight but put them back in the freezer and decided instead to make a sort of eggplant lasagne. I've roasted slices of eggplant in the air fryer and a few tomatoes and I've blended up cottage cheese (dear god), an egg, garlic, oregano, and a little parmesan to go in it. I have some cherry tomato sauce that I made and canned last year that I plan to use in it and I think that will be good. I'll make a salad to go with. 
I feel as if I'm on a steep learning curve right now and who knows what my eventual eating habits will look like? 
For right this second, it appears to me as if my entire relationship with food has changed, virtually overnight. That is powerful and I never would have believed it possible. I told Jessie that today in a text and she answered me with, "We are but chemicals." 

I guess so. 

Here's what I picked today. 

And then I did this.

Eight more pints of green beans. 

And this time I let the pressure go down entirely on its own before opening the canner. No buckled lids. I do believe I may have learned that lesson. 

Mr. Moon is safely home from the lake. He may be out there buying sheets but he still knows where his own bed is. 
I think. 

Love...Ms. Moon