A walk in the snow

What could be nicer than taking a walk in the snow? It’s fun being out in the snow. After I shoveled the driveway and came in to thaw out for a while, I thought I’d walk down to the mailbox.

I wrapped a scarf around my neck, pulled on my thick down jacket, plopped a thick hat on my head, gloves on my hands and took off. By the time I’d taken a few steps into the street, it occurred to me that this was not going to be a normal walk in the snow. There was a substantial layer of ice underneath all that fluffy snow in the street.

About halfway between the end of my driveway and my next door neighbor’s driveway, my feet went out from under me so suddenly that I wound up in the middle of the street flat on my back looking up at stars (the ones behind my eyelids), without having any recollection of how, exactly, I got there. It’s a good thing that I had on a thick jacket and thick hat on my head. And it’s a good thing there was additional snow padding the pavement or I might have been in a little trouble. Because my head hit the pavement with a pretty good whack.

I picked myself up and journeyed on with tiny little baby steps. Several more times my feet wanted to go out from under me, but I maintained uprightness. I was glad to get back home. I don’t think taking a walk in the snow was an inspired idea. It’s dangerous out there. Anyone driving tonight is INSANE.

I’m okay, I think. I managed to strain my thumb somehow, but my head seems to be intact, without any bumps or lumps. It’ll be interesting to see what muscles are protesting in the morning.

If you live in this neck of the woods, stay home and be safe. I don’t even recommend walking to the mailbox. Not even if you KNOW there’s a Netflix movie in it waiting for you. T’aint worth it.