Monthly Archives: November 2013
Gobble Gobble, Almost . . .
It was horrible. I had to get up at 7:15 this morning.
First up I had to put a call into Coach-Net to activate my towing appointment to get my truck towed up to Brock’s Car Care to have them take a look at my front end noise problem. Then I also had to call the EZ Tag Toll Pass people to transfer my pass to the rental car.
By the time I did all that and then got dressed, the tow truck was here. Once he got the front end hooked up and lifted, I put the truck in Neutral Tow Mode and off he went with us following in the rent car.. Getting to Brock’s, I went inside while the tow guy unhitched the truck, and by the time he was finished outside, I was finished inside. And after tipping him $5, we went our separate ways.
Our way consisted of the Jack in the Box next door so Jan could get a Supreme Croissant breakfast sandwich and a Christmas Toasty Jack antenna ball for our truck(when we get it back). Then it was across the street to the Starbuck’s for Cinnamon Dolce Lattes for two.
Finally, about 9:30 we were on our way up to Brandi’s for a day of cooking. They were trying to get pretty much every thing done before tomorrow.
And to make a long story short, and because I’m tired and we have to get up early again tomorrow, they got everything done, and it looked delicious.
The End.
Thought for the Day:
Paranoia is just having the right information. – William S. Burroughs
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A Squash Shortage ?
Well, I was finally able to find a rental car this morning so that problem was taken care of. I did use Enterprise, the “we’ll pick you up’ people, but they weren’t sure how long it would take to get the car out to us, so about 11am I walked down to the office to see about getting a ride, And as luck would have it, the park owners, Tom and Kevin, were heading in to Houston for a meeting with the engineer for the RV park upgrades, and were happy to give me a ride.
By noon I was on my way back to the park to pick up Jan and head off for an afternoon of lunch and errands. And what’s better for lunch on a cold, rainy afternoon than a big bowl of Monterey’s Little Mexico Chicken Tortilla Soup. And chips. There had to be chips and salsa.
Next up I got to freeze my rear off standing in line outside the Honeybaked Ham store to pick up our Thanksgiving ham. Originally I was going to pick it up yesterday when the line would have been shorter, but that didn’t work out, so today’s the day.
And man, was it cold! It was about 40° with a brisk wind that just cut right through you. And to think, last year I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt when I pick it up. But after about 30 minutes I was finally inside the store and the counter was in sight.
Ten more minutes and $77 later I was back in the warm car where Jan had been waiting, waiting in the warm car.
I did mention she was waiting in the warm car while I stood out in the cold rain, didn’t I ?
After I warmed up and stopped shivering, we headed over to Kroger’s to pick up some Thanksgiving supplies, but once inside, our first stop was at the Starbuck’s for a Pumpkin Spice Latte for Jan, and a Cinnamon Dolce Latte for me. Anything to warm me up.
We found everything on our list except for the frozen squash for Jan’s World Famous Squash Casserole. We found the frozen broccoli, we found the frozen chopped onions, but no squash was to be had. Plenty of okra, spinach, green beans, black-eyed peas,and even edamame. But no squash
So heading back toward the rig, completely squashless, we decided to make a stop at another Kroger’s on the way, but once again no squash.
What’s up with that?
Somebody at Kroger’s forgot to order frozen squash? Was there a squash famine this year? Inquiring minds, and all that.
Getting home I made a call to Coach-Net to make an appointment to have my truck towed up to Brock’s Automotive tomorrow morning. Then Jan and I will head up to Brandi’s where Jan and Lowell’s mother Sonja, will help her cook for Thanksgiving.
And I’ll probably be out looking for squash.
Thought for the Day:
Cogito ergo sum. – Descartes
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum. Cogito. – Ambrose Bierce
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