Countdown
to Tooty-horned Walkerdom … four days.
We
were successful in our venture into the wilds of Texas yesterday. We made our way to The Woodlands Mall. Yes, the “The” has to be capitalized, because
it’s part of the name of the city. That
has always seemed a bit odd to me. Why
not just “Woodlands”? As it stands the
city will always be lost in alphabetical lists amongst the vast array of other
cities that start with the letter “T.”
But no one asked me.
Once
we located the proper entrance we made our way inside. That’s when I began to suspect that we were a
bit out of our element. The man who got
out of the car next to us was actually wearing a sports coat. The ladies were dressed to the hilt in actual
dresses. I think we missed the memo that
we were supposed to dress us just to get in the front door. And later, after the party, I was walking
around the Dick’s Sporting Goods Store.
Upstairs and down. And that’s
when I knew beyond a doubt that we were not in WalMart anymore, Toto. How did I know? As I passed through the sporting goods
section I heard a crash. Now in WalMart
that would have been something simple, like a few kids tossing around a
football, or a 300 pound linebacker-type guy riding around on a tricycle, or a
teenager test driving a skateboard, or even three or four grown women trying on
those creepy giant rabbit Halloween head things. Any of those things would have been totally
within the realm of “WalMart normal.”
But not here. Want to hear the
source of the sound? A father and his
son were, indeed, playing catch. And
there was, indeed, an errant ball that was missed and subsequently crashed into
a display. But they were using …
lacrosse sticks. Can you imagine? Lacrosse?
What would happen if we turned loose a set of lacrosse sticks and a ball
at WalMart? Hey, who would even need a
ball? I can think of a whole aisle of
trinkets that would be fun to see flying above shoppers’ heads on Black Friday
…
Oh,
but back to the party for a second. We
did get AnnaGrace christened as a two-year-old (a little early. Her actual
birthday is the 30th. I
looked it up). And the party
consisted of cookies and blowing out candles and the pies de resistance, riding
on the carousel. Yep. That place has a full-blown carousel. Now I have to say that I really wanted to
ride the big ol’ chicken. Big as I was,
that chicken. Bigger even. But before I could reach it, some little kid
beat me to it. I had to settle for a
boring old wild stallion. But Luke rode
next to me on another horsie, so I wasn’t scared.
Psalms
117:1-2 says, “Praise the Lord, all you
nations; extol him, all you peoples. For
great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever. Praise the Lord.”
Father,
thank you for a safe trip. Thanks for
the birthday fun. And thanks for
AnnaGrace. Sweet girl. Amen.
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