Ethan had his first day of work on assignment this week. Willis-Knighton has a monopoly on healthcare throughout Shreveport and nearby Bossier City. There are at least twenty locations of this hospital in the region. During Ethan’s two days of orientation with the company, he had to go back and forth between several buildings. Before we left Seymour, we sold both of our cars and purchased the truck we have now. So, we share the one vehicle.
During Ethan’s orientation days, I spent a lot of time in the truck driving him around and not doing much myself in case I were to get a call from him. I really didn’t mind it. I even took the dog with me for a coulple of Ethan’s transports. It was a cool way to get to see even more of the area. Plus, I liked getting to visit Ethan in the middle of the work day. No one believes me when I say we don’t mind having one car, but we just view it as getting to spend more time together. It’s a positive. I promise.
I’m getting back into the groove of being a housewife. My mother-in-law did most of the cooking while we lived at home. I did our laundry and cleaned our bedroom, of course, but I wasn’t in charge of taking care of much else in the household. It’s pretty enjoyable tidying up our 800 square foot place and cooking a small dinner for two each night.
Running is something that I look like I’d be able to do well, but the truth is that it’s terrible, and I hate it. I still do it sometimes, though, because it’s healthy and my dog needs exercised daily or else he drives me insnae. There’s a great trail that starts across the road from our apartment and ends about five and a half miles away, close to downtown. Ralphie and I went on a few different runs this week. The weather permitted fairly well for us, being mid-December. Overcast and 60s.
I’m on a quest to visit every nearby coffee shop in each location that we live. Thursday, I visited Moor Coffee. As I got close to the destination typed into Apple Maps, the only thing I was passing was a large church. I rolled my eyes and assumed ‘Moor Coffee’ was likely just the free coffee stand that this church sets up on Sunday mornings and someone probably listed it as an actual coffee shop as a joke. But then, I saw signs outside the church for Moor Coffee. “Open Now”. So, I parked and decided to give this church’s coffee stand a try.
My go-to drink is an Americano. It’s hard to screw that up, and Moor did not. They did a great job implementing coffee shop vibes inside that portion of the church…except for one minor (major) detail…THERE’S A MASSIVE PLAYLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS PLACE. I’m one of those heartless people who gets furious at the sight of children in coffee shops. At one point in my being there, I counted 22 children in the vicinity. Coffee shops are for work and reading and thought-pondering and not for barefoot children running around with sticky juiceboxes. Ugh. End of rant.
Anyways, due to all the kids, most of the tables were full, so this guy came into the joint and sat just a chair away from me at my table after I’d been there a while. As I was packing up my things to leave later on, the dude sitting near me asked how I liked using a wordpress site. I answered, and quickly we were discussing other topics related to what I write about and our mutual interest in photography. It was a lovely conversation; I don’t think I’ve ever so immediately became freinds with anyone. Knowing it’d be odd to exchange numbers with a random man I met in a coffee shop, I invited myself to visit the church where he works and had mentioned during our discussion. We shook hands and departed, intending to meet again next Sunday.
I was a little ecstatic to have made a potential friend already in our new temporary home. We’re here for thirteen weeks. Less than that now. Any friendships that are to be made must be made decently fast. We don’t have time for small talk. It’s likely I won’t be returning to Moor Coffee due to the overload of screaming children, but hey, I’m glad I went this day.
I picked Ethan up from work Friday night, and Date Night began. I’d heard some good things about The Blind Tiger, which is right in the heart of downtown. Getting to say “downtown” is still something that excites us because, again, it’s just another thing that our hometown doesn’t really have.
We parked a couple blocks away and laughed as we ran through the rain to the restaurant. The vibe of the place was outdated. I could picture the decor being more hip during the late ’90s. It wasn’t very crowded, and we were defintiely the youngest people there. As we were waiting to be served, we couldn’t help overhearing the convesationg being had behind us. A couple, likely in their 50s, was passionately trying to convince the older man accompanying them to leave his wife. Ethan and I gave each other big eyes as we listened to the man dispute the suggestion.
I’ve never had gumbo or jumbalya before because, I suppose, I’ve just never been in the right place to try it. But what better place to try those things than Louisiana? We ordered The Cajun Sampler: a cup of gumbo, blackened catfish, fried craw-tails, shrimp ettouffee, meat pies, cajun fried corn, and jambalaya. Oh my gosh, was this ever delicious! Turns out Cajun food might be my new FAVORITE food.
It was the dreadful kind of rainy on Saturday. Meaning, some rainy days are only drizzly and maybe even dreary, but they aren’t quite dreadful. But, some rainy days are also windy and chilly, and it hurts my bones to be outside. Those days are dreadful. Even so, dreary and dreadful backgrounds are for lovely photos. So, Ethan and I decided to brave the weather and try to have some fun pretending to be models.
Our walk and picture-taking continued until we were near a place called Rhino Coffee. We retreated to Rhino Coffee for some shelter, warmth, and sustenance. (p.s. this place did not have a giant indoor children’s playland, praise the Lord). They had the most amazing pumpkin cookies!
Oh, and the funniest thing happened while we were at Rhino! The friend I’d made at Moor Coffee eariler in the week was there! It was such a crazy coincidence. I was glad to get to introduce Ethan to him and reconfirm that we’d meet up at church the following Sunday.
Back in our college days (wow, so old), we loved spending time in the library at the University of Evansville. Well, I enjoyed spending time there becasue I would go off, escaping to the upper stories of the library, where they keep their outdated inventory of books, and try to get lost with a book of my own. I think Ethan actually had to be in the library to, ya know, study to become a doctor or something. We discovered the Shreveport library wasn’t quite as large, but it still had the classic library feel to it.
Even a place as simple and generic as a library can be a place of exploration if you allow it to be.
Liv – Authentically