My girls. I love them so much. They were troopers for true. Here
Lil'Bug and Blueberry were writing notes to A and L of
Sugarcreek farm to let them know they are
ok. You know, since I was posting to
FB and blogging the same.
My Dad is calling the deer Micheal Jordan because of the "hang time".....we had come to a complete stop when 3-5 seconds LATER the deer landed on the windshield. God bless the engineers who came up with the type of glass windshields are made of. I don't know of the picture shows it well, but the glass was caved in almost to my Dad (the driver) and the impact also made a good sized hole through the glass.
Look closely and you can actually make out the outline of the deer...um, twice- once on the hood and once IN the windshield. There were also hoof prints on the roof.
We are so blessed. This could have been a tragedy to pile on top of the suffering and sadness our family is already weathering. By the grace of God it was not. God blessed us again when, after driving the back roads the mile from the hotel to the collision center, a gentleman followed us into the shop. He said he was the owner of the local Saturn dealership, he saw our out of town plates, and he wanted to let them know that he has all the parts we need in his shop right now. He said he'd just order replacements for what he needed them for so we could have them. That saves us a little bit of time. He offered us a ride to Houston too, but we were just too many with too much luggage to make that work. The collision shop ladies were wonderful too: they made my kids comfortable, arranged for a rental car for us, gave my Dad a ride to it 30 minutes away, and were just all around nice. The shop was tidy and clean. The insurance claim went smoothly too. These are all little details compared to the fact that we are all unscathed, you know?
That said, all is well. I have to stay in Texas until the car is done and then we'll get a rental to Henderson and pick it up. For the trip home I think we will stop and not drive through deer country at night, you know? I am thinking we will stop and see Great Grandma in KC, MO too. Maybe go to the zoo. So I'll just need an overnight stop between Henderson and KC. Maybe Dallas? Maybe Arkansas? We will just roll with the waves and put our trust in a higher power.
This is Aunt Deedle. She's been a rancher and a realtor and an antiques collector and a mentor and a friend and so much more. Now she owns a B & B in Galveston. I am lucky to have her in my life and even more blessed that my girls can get to know her.
The seawall at night.
The pictures are blurry because it was night, the darkness required that I play with settings on the camera and I need some practice.
The hit the beach running. 2 day in the car resulted in a whole lot of girl energy that needed to be worked out. The beach was almost empty, the sun was setting, and there was still a bit of oil spill globs washing up. It was really lovely, despite the residue of environmental pollution. The fresh gulf air of Hurricane Ida moving in really cooled the air off. From here we went to a local seafood joint called Casey's and ate fresh fish and bay and gulf shrimp with deep fried zucchini. Then we pulled up next to the Rainforest Cafe and watched the volcano flare up. Lil'Bug was exhausted and asked to go to bed, which after eating ice cream and strawberries we brought from our farm, she did. The girls slept all night and had to be woken up at 7. Way later than our farm time.
