What’s Going On     02/16-21/22

Coastal Breeze RV Resort, Rockport, Texas

So the chief cupbearer told Joseph his dream… “In my dream I saw a vine in front of me, and on the vine were three branches.  As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes.  Pharaoh’s cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh’s cup and put the cup in his hand.” Joseph said, “This is what it means… The three branches are three days.  Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position and you will put Pharaoh’s cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer. ~ Genesis 40:9-13      And just like that, on the spot, Joseph was able to tell the cupbearer what his dream meant!  Evidence of his close walk with God.  Evidence of his trust in God.  Oh, to have that kind of unfaltering trust!  For to give a wrong interpretation to a man of the cupbearer’s status, could have meant death for Joseph if word got out.  But Joseph stood strong and confident in the answer God gave him.    

You probably think I’m late posting because we’ve been so busy doing exciting things, but you’d be wrong.  This post is going to be a hodge-podge of things, and a disjointed running commentary because we’ve not really done much nor been out much. 

The coastal breeze has not really been a breeze for several days, it’s been more like a wind storm!  Wind speeds sustained at 15-20mph with gusts up to 50!  At least according to the local weatherman.  It felt like that could be the case, because every once in a while, our coach got to rockin’ quite a bit.  😊  Fortunately, we’re buffered on all sides by large RVs of one sort or another.  This campground has strict rules.  A few of them are – every rig must be less than ten years old, or get prior approval of its pristine condition.  You must have a hard-sided RV.  Cars or trucks by themselves don’t count.  No tents.  There are no firepits, no rugs permitted on the grass, you have to pick up any stuff you have outside every Tuesday for mowing day, and on and on it goes.  It’s mostly senior citizens from what we’ve seen, and no kids.  There’s nothing for them to do here.  It sure is quiet!  They also have planned activities here – things like craft days (but you have to bring your own to work on in a group setting), and fishing trips.  Neither of which we do.  But they DO have Taco Tuesdays that we’ll participate in. 😊  They have other activities as well (like bingo and bunco), but you have to pay (usually $5/person) to participate.  It will be fun to socialize – at least some – with other people for a change.

We went out for a walk around the campground our first morning before the wind ramped up too much, but that’s it.  We spent our day handling issues with various companies and family, and researching reservation information and, of course blogging.

Because we’re parked here for the next four weeks, don’t expect a post every day.  I’m pretty sure there’ll be a few days off.  😊

Our second day, we drove into the town of Rockport, just to get a look at the place and take in the fresh air and sunshine.  In spite of the wind (maybe because of it?), it actually feels like a beach town.  And we (at least I) didn’t expect to see palm trees in Texas. It’s a nice small town whose focus seems to run between being a maritime town, and an art town.

It was still really windy, and it continued for 48 hours straight, making it nearly impossible to sleep as high winds whipped around us.  The second night, we pulled our long slide in just to try to cut down on the noise.  It helped a bit, but I swear I felt the nearly 30mph wind wafting across my bed sometimes.

And we continued with multiple issues that needed addressed.

We are near the town of Corpus Christi, and the newscasters (and others) call our area “The Coastal Bend”, because of our location in the eastern curve of Texas.

We went back into the town of Rockport on Saturday morning because we’d been told they have a Farmer’s Market and a painted car show.  We didn’t know what that meant, but it was something to do.  The place was packed to the gills with various tents of people selling their wares – everything from Avon, to clothes, to sculptures, to wood carvings, to food and everything in between, and tons of people walking around too!  And in the midst of all this, were the painted cars.  Probably at least a dozen!  We’ve never seen the like!  Creative and unique – each and every one!  We bought Girl Scout cookies and a bag of home-grown chopped pecans.

There was also a one room schoolhouse we wanted to visit, so we did that Saturday as well.  Two nice, knowledgeable ladies were working the free museum where we learned about “Fire Grenades”, which those elderly ladies, nor my mom had ever heard of.

We got a hankerin’ for pizza one night and visited Panjo’s.  Either we were just really hungry for pizza or their pizza is really good.  We gave it third place – behind first place, Linz Brother’s in Hermosa, South Dakota and second place Vincent’s (who held first until Linz!) in Sebring, Florida. I don’t know. Maybe we should get someone to pay us to review pizza while we travel around . . . Whadayathink?

After so many days of feeling like we’re not doing much except taking short walks around the large campground and the aisles of Walmart, we’re wanting to get some sleep and have our minds settle down a bit so we can get out and do something more physical and interesting in this wonderful world our Creator gave us.

Speaking of Walmart – – a Monk, and Nun and two Christians walked into a Walmart . . . . .

I kid you not!  We (being the Christians) were shopping with a nun and a monk.  We’ve seen nuns in various places before, but I don’t believe either of us have seen a monk in person.

I don’t know when this post will happen.  It depends on how long it takes us to do something post-worthy. 😊

On Sunday, we attended first Baptist Church of Rockport. we very much enjoyed the service. Blaine watched a rookie, Austin Cindric (from Ohio!) win the Daytona 500. For my part, I walked up and down and all around the campground talking with his sister, and then sat like a lump on a pickle staring at the boob-tube for a few hours.

Monday the 21st, brought a very damp fog upon us in the morning.  I went out to walk in it and take pictures and appreciate the alone time with my Father to praise and pray.  I was pretty damp myself when I returned, but it was wonderful!  There’s something about fog that brings peace and contentment.

After the laundry was finished, we went out to play.  Finally!  The fog dispersed and it became a lovely day. Just a few minutes away, lies Goose Island State Park.  First we checked out their “Big Tree”.  Some places we looked say it’s survived for 1,000 years, some 2,000!  We’re thinking maybe 1,000 might be closer to the mark, but I don’t know how they can figure it out unless they cut it down and count rings, and that would be a lot of counting! 😊

It’s not a very big Park, so we parked facing the water and ate lunch.  It was much too windy to eat outside today – winds were steady at around 15-20mph with higher gusts.  Anyway, it worked out well, because dolphins were swimming right in front of us while we ate!

Lunch over, we walked out to near the end of the very long pier they have here and discovered some very friendly fishermen who were more than happy to regale us with fishing information, since we know nothing. In fact, I told one of them that the only thing we know about fishing is what we learned watching “Jaws”.  And while we talked, one caught two huge fish (like 45-50#!) – one right after the other! They said they’re Black Drums, but they weren’t black like you’d think.  But we’ve already established I know nothing. 😊 I think the other guys were envious, but everyone was very happy, even encouraging us to take pictures.

With our fishing experience over, we walked by the waterfront campsites, and then over to check out whatever else we could find.  Our next stop involved fishing again, as we stopped and watched dozens of brown and white pelicans making their way over to a boat launch area where two boats had just pulled up.  Those birds knew exactly what was happening, and that there was a possibility they’d be graced with a snack.

Eventually, we turned around, got in the Jeep and drove to the other camping area where there was also a nature trail that was supposed to provide good bird watching.  We decided the birds must be napping, because we saw none.

And that’s all she wrote!  Six days, and this is all I got.  It’s definitely a first for this girl.  Things should pick up a bit soon.  I hope.