A sad day at home, and here

Today was a bitter sweet one for Joan and I. A good, good friend, Rocky C. died early today. Rocky is one of the nicest people we know and while he has been struggling for some time and we knew this day was coming we still grieve for his loss.

Rest in Peace Rocky

It is hard to be so far from home when something like this happens, but we know that Sue and his family will be surrounded by many, many close friends and family so we feel comforted by that.

Rocky was the first to teach me and mentor me as a follower of Jesus and I will always be grateful to him for that. Also, there are dozens of young children in Malawi who in part owe their better circumstances to the work that Rocky did on their behalf in this country.

Rest in Peace, pal.

Today was kind of a catch up day in which we got our laundry done and then made a quick trip to the AT&T Center to pick up rodeo tickets for next week when our friends Jan and Norm are here with us.

We also stopped in the fan store at the arena to look for souvenirs of our San Antonio Rampage game last week and discovered that the prices were pretty high. The game jerseys were $125, which is the same you would pay for a Detroit Red Wings jersey. Even a small child’s t-shirt was $28.

We left empty-handed.

Joan cooked up a meatball crock pot dish, which we took to the RV park potluck dinner tonight. Joan also did our laundry so the closet and drawers are full of clean clothes again.

It rained hard again today, which means we have been here for both significant rainfalls in San Antonio for the past four months.

Took my daily walking tour of the park and found two new states have checked in since my last walk. Virginia and New Jersey showed up since Saturday (we didn’t take a walk on Sunday) and we were once the only visitors from Michigan, today there are four RV’s with Michigan plates.

Three of our Canadian neighbors have packed up and moved on this morning. It appears that about half the park are folks here for the winter and the other half are stopping for a day or two, or four, and then moving on. We’re somewhere in the middle.

There are probably nearly as many Canadians here as Americans. (One of them told me they love our beer prices, so I guess they have their priorities).