Hi readers.
Thank you for reading; I see from the stats that a bunch of you have jumped on and read. Ironically, one is NOT K; she claimed she fell asleep during composition the other night and forgot the next day!!! Likely story. OC, since she’s lived them all, it’s hard to get fired up for the dad jokes again. 😂
In order:
I guess this episode will start with food porn, as we began yesterday morning with another French place for breakfast (okay, by the time we got there “brunch” 😁. We begin with my ham and cheese crepe, which was really, really good. Though the service was slow.
Crepes multiple days on the menu, in Houston! who knew?
After discussion, K bought one of those multisite passes for seniors (or families with small children) which included the zoo. So, on a day that was a MERE 92 with a real feel of 97, we went outside to the zoo.
I kept saying “Stu the cockatoo went to the zoo,” a misrembrance of the Big Bang episode where the bookstore staffer gives Sheldon the similarly named book to help him make friends (Sheldon doubts the author has expertise in the area, and also doubts her owning a cockatoo). Unfortunately, Stu was gone at the Houston Zoo Monday — the cockatoo area was empty. 😢
They did have a neat penguin area, and both sea lions and river otters who were diving and swimming and having a great time.
OC, the favorite was probably the red panda. He was very energetic. We’ll see if I can load the video.
There could be a lot more pictures, OC. It was a good zoo, but we both almost melted.
FYI we found a “good” place for ice cream thereafter (“lunch”) — the local variation on Coldstone. I had a mix and K had an ice cream sandwich with coffee ice cream in the middle. 🤷
K found dinner “near him” in downtown Spring, which is old-looking, with what looks like the original shotgun-style houses. The place was a “saloon” (not a term you see often in Pennsylvania) and was supposedly haunted.
I failed to feed my phone before we ate, so the only picture is of my dessert — that’s their variation on pecan (you can pronounce it either way) pie.
Yes, it has a funky color: it’s made with buttermilk, NOT Karo syrup!!! That’s what intrigued me. But it wasn’t a good substitute. 😟
The highlight of the meal was the wait person, Olivia. At one point K said she was “cute.” KG and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
But she was chatty. She said she was studying at mortician school and I said that must be deadly. She laughed. 🙄 I had a couple more. She knew quite a bit about the business and the building — built in 1900, for a long time it was a brothel (her word), too. There was a joke about how it was only a brothel on Thursdays now. (Not mine :))
Today we started with a donuts and kalatsches breakfast. Then we went way to the southside of town to the Space Center Houston. It was on the multi ticket, too.
It’s a sprawling place. But I kept noticing the “Space Center Houston” signs and realized that they’ve “background” the Johnson Space Center name. I had not heard this, but specualtion on the ride home was rampant. :)
We got on the tram to the astronaut training facilty and they old guy (and I say this with care :)) next to K starts chatting. He’s from Mexico City and he’s a ball of fire. He embarassed her with the fact she spoke no language other than English — he spoke four, he claimed. It is maybe the first time ever that some stranger talked more than she did. :)
Here’s on pic:
That’s one of the American sections (the living quarters) from the space station.
As we were getting ready to leave the astronaut training facilty, weather hit the area and we were to take cover in place. We were standing in the hallway, overlooking the huge “toybox” as it is called. A lot of staff must have been on lunch. So, we were bored and not comfortable. It wasn’t long before we were allowed to get back on the tram — which was open — in the rain and it was leaking, so we were all pretty wet by the time we got back to home base. Wet in a different way than the zoo. :)
We stopped at an international grocery store on the way back and I repeated multiple times “we are retired on a fixed income…” and was ignored, mainly. To her credit, she didn’t buy more than we can carry home in the car, just more than we could afford. 😥
Dinner tonight was Italian. I will share only the picture of KG’s osso bucco because it’s unusual (I had chicken parm; K had carbonara).
As we finished dessert, I said “we have a funny story to tell you.” The punch line was that his sister told us to bring something fun from the international grocer. His response: “I’m still waiting for the knee ( “-ny”) part.” 😂 The kid made a dad joke. We laughed and laughed.
And, on that note, I go.
PS. I feel we have gotten to know Houston, staying beyond the north side and today going beyond the south side, with stops between. The one thing I’ve learned is that congestion is a given. As is indigestion…as the two go hand-in-hand.
Night.
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