My trip to Shreveport, LA was fantastic. Not only did I get to visit with LilSis, she went to “work” (if you can call it that) with me all three days. She ran the power point presentation, while I yapped away to elementary school students about our wetlands. I guess we reached about 400 folks at two schools.
On Saturday, I read the book to a small group of squiggly pre-schoolers who had no clue why LaLoutre didn’t care for saltwater. LilSis and I stayed on for another three hours meeting folks and signing books.
Of course, part of the fun of being together is getting into trouble –NOT! We absolutely behaved ourselves and only reached gluttony stage one time. That would have been Friday night at the Athenian restaurant where I think we might have made an oinking sound or two while wolfing down some hummus and flat bread.
If you’re the kind of person whose life centers around food, then I’ll go ahead and tell you the food highlights of the trip: There was fresh, whole fried catfish at Shockley’s out in the wood somewhere near Lake Bisteneau, served with homemade green tomato relish (which I loved) and cole slaw (too oniony for my taste). The French fries were easily passed by, as well as the hush puppies, which were shaped like they were shot out of a small cylinder (not appetizing to me). Then there were these little pieces of fried biscuit, which I had no clue what they were for. It was a country spinoff of the sopapilla of Mexican restaurant fame. These were only bite-sized, though, over browned; and unlike sopapillas, after eating one, I was done.
I already mentioned the Greek food. And on Saturday, there was the ultimate comfort chips and salsa at the Mariachi in Bossier City, LA. And that’s all I’m going to say about that. It was delicious.
Arriving home late Sunday, this is what I found . . .
a clearing where there was overgrowth before I left and some white pipes lying on top of the ground. Does anyone know what that is called? If so inclined, I might do a separate post on this sewage system . . .
And then I went up the steps, which were covered in a white chalky substance, into the house, and this is what I saw . .
Oh, and look what a lovely job they did framing up the ends of the shower. Looking into this room, with that transom window, gives the illusion of a grand bathroom. I hope I don’t mess that up with paint choices and the wrong vanity. It feels like the ceiling is 12 feet high, but it’s not.
This guy is doing a great job. I’ve never seen anyone work on stilts before, and it was pretty amazing. I don’t know his name . . . he does not speak English . . . being from Ecuador . . . but I made him a ham sandwich yesterday and he ate it up, appreciatively.
after eating the sandwich I prepared for him. See how food influences people? His face is blurry, so I think his identity will be safe from the law for a while longer– at least until he finishes this job.
And before you slam me, badger me, and otherwise write me off your list of true Americans, I did not go out seeking starving immigrants who were begging for work out in the Home Depot parking lot. This crew has proven themselves over the past couple of years through my builder. He recommended them; and having seen their top-notch work in camps worth half a million, I decided they were good enough for me. Besides that, the boss, Enrique, gave me a price that I could not find elsewhere, for which I am very grateful.
And so the Miracle Bayou Tree House continues to be a miracle of caring people, who work hard for a living, but know when a family can use a break and does so willingly. Add Rainbow Drywall and Paint to that list.
I have not been able to fish. I have not been on a wetland tour since Susie CR was here. The boys are out of school this week. and Termite has begged me to take him fishing in his little boat on the lease. It’s on the list, right after this blog post, and a visit with a guest I hear knocking at the door right now.
For now, I am busy as a bayou bee in springtime!