Church, shopping, football and the patter of really little feet

We enjoyed another quiet, but football rich, day here in Alamo town.

Joan outside the church in San Antonio

The patter of little feet, the four-legged variety, has been entertaining us all day. A squirrel or very big bird has been doing a tap dance most of the day on the roof of the trailer. Between that noise, a man working on remodeling a small trailer in the space next to us has created a symphony of pounding noises.

This afternoon while we watched the Ravens vs. Patriots game a female Cardinal drove us crazy flying into our rear picture window on the trailer. Joan thought by opening the shades the bird would have less of a chance of seeing its reflection, but alas, no. After bouncing off the window a dozen or more times, he gave up.

At the suggestion of our home pastor we attended Holy Trinity Anglican Church here in San Antonio. It was a spirit and music filled experience one we hope to enjoy two or three more times while we are here. The church is also having a family trip to the local San Antonio Rampage hockey team game next Saturday and we are planning to attend. One can never get enough hockey.

The church is located in the penthouse of a beautiful office building and like our church at home uses simply outside signs to alert people to the location. The praise music was very familiar to us and the nice folks there made us feel welcome and at home.

Lobby church sign

After briefly meeting with  Father Chuck Collins and giving him greetings from Rev. Dave Kulchar we headed to a local farmer’s market to check out the offerings. It was a pretty small market, but Joan found a couple Butternut Squash she couldn’t live without.

Enroute we drove by the world headquarters for Whataburger, which we didn’t even know existed and also cruised next to a place called “Piranha Killer Sushi,” which sounds like a really bad name for a sushi place.

Then it was off to a Walmart Superstore for some grocery shopping and we arrived home just as Steven Tyler was choking out the National Anthem for the start of the first championship game.

Dinner was a picnic type meal, hot dogs (or as my father would call them “tube steaks”), some baked beans and vegetables. Except that only Joan ate the vegetables.

After dinner we settled in to watch the 49ers vs. New York Giants game. Another quiet, light work day around the trailer, is on tap for tomorrow. Sorry to say my old favorite team the Niners lost in a heart breaker in overtime.