Pick a peck of pickled okra

Well, not nearly a peck, just three pints. I don't know that I've ever pickled anything (except my liver on occasion). I didn't stuff enough okra into the jars and now they look a little meager, but I don't suppose that will effect the taste. Now the wait begins. Five weeks until opening the first jar. Our plan is to now freeze our okra until the time is up and then, if my pickling doesn't kill us, we'll see if the recipe that I selected is any good and make adjustments from there. The very fun thing is that I used dill seed from my own garden, as well. Oh, and I made the extra spicy variety.

Did make it to the gym on Friday afternoon for my hours worth of elliptical. Got up Saturday and took the dog for a walk, brought her home and then went out and ran for an hour. This morning calls for the same thing.

Spent the rest of the morning working around the new pavillion - taking down the ugly brown fence and hauling it off to the dump. Actually, the fencing was in good shape, being just over two years old and we set it off to the side in a nice neat stack, with the hope that someone would reuse it. A couple of hours later we made our second trip and the fencing was all gone. Hope someone gets some good use out of it, ugly brown stain and all.

Met Pebbles and Guy for a late lunch in downtown Grapevine yesterday, and then went out to the outlet mall and did some shopping. Actually, they shopped and I just hung out and looked at stuff. Still feeling far too frumpy to venture into the fitting room.

Don't know what today will hold. I must at least begin to pack because I will be on the tarmac in about 48 hours.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't be a dillweed.

-Roxie