Bad day at the beach

Armand and I were off to Mexico by 7:45. We went directly to the farmacia and asked for our money back. To my surprise, he returned it in cash with a smile. We went to another farmacia and bought the same pills for $20 less. We then had a cup of coffee, bought a couple of bottles of tequila for Pieder, and came home. We had decided to skip the square dance and went to South Padre Island instead. It was a poor day to go—windy and very chilly. We sat out on the beach and walked anyway for a couple of hours. Around 2 we went to a restaurant for which I had a coupon. I was shocked to see that the place didn’t take those coupons any longer. They did give us $10 off our bill because that is what they thought we had paid for it. We sat on the bay side which was warmer than the gulf side and watched some college spring beakers ride a banana boat. They dumped off twice. We drove back home after buying gas. It cost nearly $50 to fill our tank at the current price. We used to nearly fill our motor home for that amount. We came home for supper and dressed for church. It is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. We went for a Dairy Queen with Joe Winston afterward and discussed our plan for Friday night’s concert in McAllen. We came home and I discovered that the phone was off. Rosalie had 7 messages from her family. I had been wondering why they hadn’t called. She will call them tomorrow. Armand and Rose leave for home tomorrow, but we weren’t able to say goodbye because they had company and we went to bed.