Monthly Archives: February 2018
Ben Hur, Redux . . .
First off, Jan wants me to thank everyone for all their get-well wishes. She’s still having no pain, and getting her strength back after the procedure.
Work today consisted of the usual stomping out small fires, all taken care of, with the last one still smoldering.
The Shipping computer is supposed to be able to access the customer database on the Office Manager’s computer so shipping addresses can be double-checked. But for some reason it’s started running very slowly, taking a long time to pull up customer info over the network.
But other network data flows at the normal speed, and calling up the customer data locally runs just fine, so it’s not the database itself. And I can copy files from one computer to the other with no problems or slowdowns. So why is the network only running slow on this connection.
As soon as I got back home from work we turned right back around and drove back up to Webster to have dinner at Floyd’s Cajun Seafood, our local go-to place for seafood. And since it was Friday night and we didn’t get there until about 5pm, we had about a 15 minute wait to get a table
Finally getting seated, we ordered our ice tea, and of course, a dozen raw oysters.
Then it was back to our usuals, with Jan getting the Grilled Catfish Filets with the Grilled Steamed Veggies.
As for me, in over 20 years of eating at Floyd’s I’ve never eaten here that I haven’t had a bowl of gumbo, and this time was no different. But after listening to Jan rave about the Grilled Steamed Veggies, I decided to give them a try as well.
And Jan was right. I don’t know what it is about grilling already steamed veggies, but they are so much better. Enough so that it will be my standard side dish from now on.
Finishing up we made a quick stop by WalMart for a few things before we headed back toward Santa Fe, with another stop at the HEB for gas. It’s nice to see the price starting to come back down, now at $2.15. Much better.
When I was coming home this afternoon, I ended up behind this Ben Hur wanta-be.
Certainly can’t park too close to any curbs.
The Headline of the Day: Suspected cocaine smuggler had drugs in fake butt cheeks.
Thought for the Day:
“A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.” – William S. Burroughs
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Git ‘Er Done . . .
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Jan’s still feeling good, with no more pain. But she’s still feeling kind of washed out, with not a lot of energy. So today became a stay at home day, finishing up some of our leftovers and stuff we bought ahead for times like this.
About 2pm I ventured outside to take down our last window awning. Between cold weather, wet weather, and hospital visits, this is pretty much the first time I’ve had a chance to git ‘er done.
With all the practice I’ve had it only took me about 15 minutes to have it down, out of the frame and in the backseat of the truck ready to drop off.
With the awning down, I headed out about 3:15 to drop off the awning at Sundowner Canvas and then stop off at the Friendswood WalMart to pickup one of Jan’s prescriptions that wasn’t ready yesterday afternoon. We did save about $25 by not picking up one of them, since the problem that it was for hasn’t shown up., and probably won’t now.
In on of those rare occurrences, almost like a total eclipse of the sun, everyone in the family is off this coming Sunday, so we’re have a big get-together at Brandi and Lowell’s new digs up in Katy. Really looking forward to it.
I’d like to get the new awning up soon, but tomorrow I work, Saturday it’s supposed to be raining, and Sunday we’re up in Katy. But maybe between rain and traveling I can squeeze in some time. This one, at 135 inches long, is the biggest and might be a little hard to hold up while I slide the rail and torque tube onto the fabric.
Thought for the Day:
My train of thought derailed. There were no survivors.
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