Beautiful day on the Island

We  were up early to take our bicycles to the tow trailer.  We were told there were more signed up to ride than the trailer would carry.  We had no other way to transport our bikes.  Some have pick up trucks and bike racks and can take their own.  We drove, taking our Canadian neighbors.  He can’t ride because of a hip replacement this past summer, but she can.  The day was quite temperate with the normal ocean breeze.  Most of the riders are capable of coping with that, but some still have trouble and 2 even fell over.  The trailer is parked at a restaurant having a large parking lot.  Most of the riders eat there but we usually don’t.  Our passengers know of better places and directed us to one in Port Isabel called Pelican Landing.  It is one of “Dirty Al’s” 5 restaurants in the area.  It has wonderful shrimp and other sea food.  We shared a botana for 4 and had far too much to eat: shrimp, fish and f]French fries.  We split the leavings and came home.  It is about an 80 mile drive from Weslaco to the Island, so we have plenty of time to talk.  The neighbors are quite interesting but somewhat overbearing, a trait common with many Canadians.  They aren’t offensive but are strong in personality.  We weren’t home until 3 and were tired.  Evelyn lay down to rest, and I cut down a pesky small tree with a borrowed tree saw and took our yard Nativity scene and star down.  It was too late in the day to nap, so I finished making the orders of service for the rest of the season and tweaked tomorrow’s message.  Drew Brees and the Saints played football in the evening so I had to watch.  They won and I was in bed by 10.  Oddly, I wakened around 4 and was up until 5:30.  I dozed in bed until 6:30 when the radio called me to action.  I only preach once today but have an additional opportunity next week.