August 19 – “Bambi???!!”

We were forced to do the unthinkable yesterday.  We drove into Texas on a Saturday.  We had to go to Sam’s and Lifeway Christian Store to pick up supplies for the church.  The Sam’s stuff we needed for dinner on the grounds today (So come on out to church and get some free food). 

The trip up there was rather uneventful.  Traffic heading into Galveston was rather frightening as usual, but traffic on the north-bound side was not bad at all.  We made our way to Lifeway first, then stopped at Five Guys for one of their signature burgers.  We ordered the kids-sized bacon cheeseburger.  Way plenty for us, and they pile on the fries, even when you just order a small batch.  Good stuff.

It was the trip to Sams that brought the unusual spotting.  There on the side of the road on a random part of the feeder road next to Interstate 45 … was Bambi.  Yep.  A tiny, little, real-life fawn, spots and all, had somehow wandered out next to the road.  No one (or no other deer) was anywhere around it.  I can honestly say, in all my 65 years of wandering between the Island and multiple spots up in Texas, I have never seen a deer on the feeder street of the freeway in that particular stretch known as the Gulf Freeway.  Amazing.  Hope ol’ Bambi made it back to the woods.

Our neighbors the Gerans stopped by in the afternoon.  They were sharing a concoction they had baked together as a family activity … pistachio bread.  Janell suggested adding butter and sugar and cinnamon on top.  I did.  It tasted a lot like Chris’ Friendship Bread she makes for Christmas, except with crunchy parts (aka pistachios, I suppose).  More good stuff.

Chris decided our grass desperately needed a drink of water, so she spent a good deal of time outside.  I in turn made better use of my Saturday afternoon, switching back and forth between the shark attack that was the Astros losing to the Athletics and another actual shark movie classic.  This one was called Three-headed Shark Attack.  Frightening beast, that 3-headed shark.  See, he was angry about so much pollution in the ocean, so he swam around eating beer cans and the people who drank them (Spoiler Alert) until he was lured into a part of the ocean containing a massive trash accumulation.  By this time his middle head had morphed into three or five more heads.  None of the heads seemed to get along with each other, and when they got into all the trash, they went into a feeding frenzy.  They ate and ate until they ate themselves to death.  I think.  That was the big plan, anyway.  They might have just bitten of a few heads and subsequently bled to death.  Just not sure.  Guess that’s what makes it such a classic.  Always another mystery to ponder.  Hmm.  Speaking of mysteries … could there possibly be some kind of social statement deftly hidden in there somewhere?  Like, maybe … Don’t pollute the ocean; you might be killing an eight-headed shark …

Psalms 92:5 says, “How great are your works, O Lord, how profound your thoughts!”

Father, watch over that little four-legged creature of yours we saw yesterday.  Amen.