Bambi Dance

Full disclosure.

Lest one

be led

to assume

the weekend-past

to which I referred

in my last post

was one

long and amazing 

celebratory 

moment 

after

another

absent 

of challenges.

Hmm. Nope.

Not the case.

"Would you care to dance?"

Pretty sure

that's what a swashbuckling and handsome

young buck

of some considerable girth

was saying

from the side of the road

when first

we spotted him.

Alas.

He was an impatient sort.

Perhaps a little heady.

The guy

never waited

for the answer

instead

made the unfortunate

and fatal decision

of

stepping out in front

of our car

presumably

ready to doe-si-doe

(Arrr arr arrrr)

as we moseyed past

at ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

round about's

50 miles an hour.

Give or take.

Spotting him

hitting him

and watching him

tumble

ass over antler

all happened

within the blink of an eye.

Literally.

One minute 

he's delivering the roadside invite.

Next minute

he's 

taking a breather

in the ditch.

Well.

Not exactly a breather.

Pretty sure

he was having his very first

face to face chat

with Jesus

and nodding a quick hello

to my departed loved ones.

He left a few parts

on the concrete 

dance floor.

And

as it turned out

a few reminders

on the front end 

of our car.

Ouch.

Take that

old yet faithful

little Saturn

who now sports

a tuft of woodland fur

as hood ornament.

Complaints??

None.

Not a one.

I feel sorry for Bambi.

I do.

But one only has

to Google

"Deer Car Wrecks"

to pop up

nightmarish images

of what

COULD HAVE HAPPENED.

And didn't.

I'm so thankful.

I am so grateful.

We kept it on the road.

No one hurt.

Gotta get a new car.

Oh well.

Life goes on.