Green Beans and Cockroaches . . .

Jan and I headed up to the Sugarland area about 11, to meet up with Brandi, Lowell, and Landon, for Landon’s hockey practice. Actually it’s all practice since they’re still learning the necessary skills and don’t play in games yet.

We took gloves this time and dressed a little warmer so we were a lot more comfortable than last time. It’s cold in there.

Since we were last at one of these practices a few weeks ago, Landon had been taking skating lessons on the side, with two under his belt so far. And it really shows.

He’s taking lessons from a female figure-skating instructor, learning more of the fundamentals of just skating, rather than hockey. And now he can skate backwards pretty good and he’s much more fluid on the ice.

I think he’s signed up for 10 lessons, so he still has 8 more to go, so that should make a big difference in his skating skills.

After practice was over we all headed over to the nearby Floyd’s Cajun Seafood, our usual place to eat. But, usually this time, it was really busy. Normally by now the lunch crowd has thinned and there is plenty of parking and tables.

But today the place was jammed packed. And when I ask the waitress why it was so busy today, she looked at me like I was from another planet, and said, “It’s CRAWFISH SEASON!” And yes, she said it in all caps, too.

Well, excuse me!  When I was growing up in south Alabama, crawfish were for bait. Nobody would dare eat a ‘mudbug’. They were just giant cockroaches.

Jan and I noticed that they had new menus since we were there a few weeks ago, and they’ve added some new sides, one being Grilled Green Beans.

With Lowell getting the Chicken Fried Chicken, and Brandi a Boudin Link, Jan got her usual Grilled Catfish Fillets and the Green Beans, while I got Shrimp Gumbo and the Grilled Veggies.

Wish I’d gotten the Green Beans. I will next time. They were grilled with onions and bacon, and were delicious. At least I think they were, based on the small amount Jan was willing to share.

Next time, for sure.

I did surprise Landon with a kit that I think he’ll like.

Smithsonian Rocket Book

It’s from the Smthsonian people, and let’s you built a 2-1/2 foot tall rocket, which looks pretty much like a Saturn 5, I guess. Told him I wanted pictures.

I went online this evening to renew the PO Box that we have here in Santa Fe, and found they offered a new service.

You can now receive packages from any shipper, UPS, FedEx, etc., at your PO Box. It’s a free additional service called Street Addressing.

You just go online, log into your PO Box account, and click the Street Addressing box under Additional Services. You will have to drop off some paperwork at the PO to finalize it, but that’s all there is to it.


Tomorrow it’s back to work, hoping to see that my webserver hard drive cloning job is done. Maybe.

Thought for the Day:
  What’s the youngest you can die of old age?


6 Responses to Green Beans and Cockroaches . . .

  1. Linda Sand says:

    The age at which you can die of old age is a sliding scale based on how old you are now.

    What do you mean I’m an old lady?! I’m only 71. For Heaven’s sake, my Dad just died last year. He was 94. Now, that’s old. But, even he didn’t die of old age; he died of lung cancer–all those years he smoked, you know. Yes, he quit smoking years ago but, apparently, the damage was already done. I hope that second hand smoke from when I was a kid doesn’t do me in some year. Although, he said he wasn’t in pain so maybe that’s not such a bad way to go. Hard for my stepmother to lose a second husband to cancer, though. You all take care of yourselves and each other.

  2. Once Landon’s skating improves so will his Hockey Game.
    Glad to see they are teaching the younger players a non-violent way of playing the game. It is for FUN.
    It was bad enough handling Crawfish in school, just can’t get my mind into eating them.
    Good Luck with the PO Box.
    Be Safe and Enjoy!

    It’s about time.

  3. Janice Evans says:

    Will be interesting to see what you learn about the package deal. . .hmmmm. . .

  4. Jerry Criswell says:

    Crawfish taste just like shrimp. They’re just harder to get to.

  5. Jim Corey says:

    Beware! Both my kids (now well grown up) went through skating at Charles Schultz’s ice arena in Santa Rosa, Ca. Go in with an open checkbook and a clear calendar. But a wonderful experience.

  6. Carol Burt says:

    We called them crawdads. It took me quite a long time to realize those are the same things they call crawfish and EAT! My word.

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