In case anyone likes to wake up really fast, I learned how to do it this morning. Since the campground feast was to be at 1 pm this afternoon, I was a lazy bum (AGAIN and getting to be a habit I like) and got up late. So I stumbled around some and finally got my cereal put in the bowl. Wow, progress. Next was to get the soy milk out and poured into the bowl carefully so as not to splash any all over the table. Success again. My swelled head from all this superior morning activity must have blocked my vision as I sat down to eat. A hand (I do not know which) decided things were going too good and flipped the full bowl right over into my lap. Oh whoopee how exciting. Like to have removed my kneecap getting out from the table. So now the old fat crippled man is trying to recover and contain the spillage before it all soaks into the seat cushion. Partial success was the result and more serious cleanup followed. Finally wide awake, I went for it again. This time food in the tummy and nothing spilled. This was too much excitement. So I drove very carefully down to the pier with the pecans from Goliad State Park and proceeded to eat them while enjoying the standard issue beautiful weather of winter. I used some water pump pliers to crack them to get at the meat. After this mornings excitement, I was extremely careful about keeping body parts out of the jaws of the pliers.
A visit to old Rockport was somewhat interesting. The old section is about four blocks long by two blocks.
There is some successful effort to have this be an artists area to attract tourists. The artwork I could see through the windows was really very good. A visit to the shops when they are open is in order.
Later in the evening, I talked with an old friend from Washington, my son and sister about Christmas and having tooooo much fun. TheOFM