Tomorrow, Tomorrow. There's Always Tomorrow. Mostly

Here's what my sort-of slaw with tofu and other things looked like last night. It was pretty darn good. I used extra firm tofu and all I did was gently press it between dish towels, dry it off, cube it, and put it in the air fryer until it got all crispy. Oh, I sprayed it with avocado oil, too. As you can see there were also edamame beans and onions and peppers along with the carrots and cabbage. The dressing was a miso/garlic/ginger thing with sesame seeds. I found the salad filling and tasty and I think Mr. Moon liked it okay. He's being very, very good about going along with whatever I cook or fix these days. 

I had leftovers of it for lunch today and I'm still full. 

I didn't have the energy today that I had yesterday but that was okay. Glen got up at four to go to the coast to fish so I was alone the whole day except for Maurice who has been relatively polite. I've heard from my husband. He always calls when they're back onshore and I appreciate that. When they get back to his friend Alan's house they have to wash the boat and clean the fish so by the time he gets home, he's a zombie. This was all so much easier when they were younger. When we were younger.
And Glen sold his big boat this weekend. I can't tell you how big because I have no idea how many feet long it is or any of that stuff but it's pretty big. We've had that boat for years and years. It got us safely over to Dog Island and back a hundred times and took the guys out to the Gulf to fish a whole lot too. Glen bought that boat from a friend of his who got to the point where he felt it was too much for him. He was older and couldn't handle the physical exertion it took to deep sea fish. The heat, the work of it. Anyone who has ever owned a boat will tell you that there's always something going on with it and just getting a boat of that size in and out of the water and trailered is a job in and of itself. But when Randy, Glen's friend who sold it to him, decided to pass it on to Glen, he gave him a very good deal and now Glen has done the same for a friend of his. A younger man, one who loves to fish, who is thrilled to own it. 

The Garage Mahal sure is going to look different when that boat gets pulled out and taken away. A family of six could live in that space. And meanwhile, Glen's thinking about buying a pontoon boat (aka party boat) to keep at the lake which would probably be a fun thing to have there. He'll have his little fishing boat but a pontoon boat, which is like a floating patio, can hold a lot of family and it's a pleasant thing to go slowly about the lake or the river in one, comfortably passing out sandwiches and beer, fishing if that's what people want to do, or just laying under the canvas top, reading a book. We had one when the kids were young and we had some good times on it. 

Where was I? 
Oh yeah. Mr. Moon. Like I said, he'll be home later and so exhausted he probably won't be able to wake up to get out of his chair to come to bed once he's settled into it. But he'll be happy and there will be more fish. 

There are more pickles here today too. 
I decided to take all the cucumbers I had in the refrigerator and make kosher dills. 

Similar process to the dilly beans in that the jars need to be washed and sterilized, the lids and bands heated almost to boiling, the vegetables and spices put into the jars, and a brine made to pour over. Cucumbers only need to be sliced though, whereas the beans need to be trimmed and it is harder to arrange beans in a jar in a neat and efficient use of space than it is to do the same with cucumbers. 

For this type of pickle, I use the same recipe I've been using for forty-six years which comes from The Joy of Cooking. It's not what I'd call a gourmet, artesian pickle. Just a good dill pickle with garlic. 

None of the lids buckled this time around but I did use mostly Ball lids and bands. 

Tomorrow I will be draining the fourteen day pickles and rinsing them and washing the crock, refilling it with the scum-free cucumbers and a fresh brine. Dealing with that crock gives me a feeling of satisfaction in that the dang thing is heavy on its own and when it's got cucumbers and brine in it, it's heavier still but I can manage it without too much difficulty. Same with the canner. That thing is filled with gallons of water that I have to carry to the sink and dump out but I believe I have at least a few more years in me of being capable of doing that. 

I really should be doing some weights work as older women on these amazing drugs can lose muscle if they don't. Well, even older women who aren't on drugs can lose muscle if they don't do something to counteract that and of course that can also lead to osteoporosis. Speaking of which, I haven't heard a word about what my bone density scans showed. I suppose all's okay or I would heard something. But there is no doubt that I truly need to get more cardio exercise, and some more weight-bearing exercise, and some more muscle building exercise. 
Funny how Zepbound has helped me so much when it comes to making healthier food choices and cutting down on food cravings in an almost unbelievable way, but it has done nothing to make me want to exercise and that is on me. I think of all the years I did exercise religiously and I wonder why it is that I could get motivated then but cannot seem to do the same now.  

Tomorrow, right? I'll start tomorrow. 

We shall see. 

Love...Ms. Moon