The final workday of 2010 has passed. That is, of course, barring any disasters. There were maybe a half-dozen of us in the building that usually sees almost thirty. I did some email stuff, filed my last expense report for the year, installed the 2011 filler in my daytimer, struck up a couple of hallways conversations, and that was it. Anti-climatic, it was.
Next week will see the arrival of my new transformer northwest of Houston, and that’s going to take me pretty much through the week. The worst aspect of that sort of work at this time of year is weather. Much of my high voltage equipment does not play well with water, and every couple or three days is another wet storm system in January down here, so that’s one hurdle we’ll have to face. The others, things like parts and pieces, well, hey, this is HOUSTON we’re talking about here, folks, and if you can’t get it in Houston, you’re not likely to find it anywhere in the continental US. That’s a plus. I’m hoping things fall into place and we can get our 7,000 horsepower electric unit back on line by the end of the week.
And then, I think I’ll go to Florida…
So Houston is pretty much like Orlando, then?
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@ Mark Much better food in Houston. ;)
Actually, that may be one of the areas where Houston DOES NOT beat the Mouse:
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Mark–
It’s been almost twenty years since I was even close to Orlando. I do Houston entirely too often for comfort, but I slide to my little corner on the northwest edge and a block from my favorite lodging is a family-run Vietnamese restaurant that is a positive delight, right down to the little teen cutie doing her homework on the table in the corner while her grandmother brings savory dishes to my table.
You can’t turn a corner without falling through the door of an authentic Mexican restaurant.
Texas is the DEFINITIVE HOME of both barbecue AND chili.
And there are actually enough navigation-impaired Cajuns to where you can find REAL Cajun food. Just stay away from Pappadeaux’s… If THAT”S Cajun, I’m prince consort to Anastasia, Czarina to All the Russias.
That’s a hard combo to beat.
MC