Cider Press Hill

A walk in the snow

Thursday, 6:59 pm

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.

Posted by Kate on 12/1307 at 06:59 PM

one of my all time favorite jokes starts out with I love the snow.........and ends, well, let’s just say it is written in the form of a journal and ends with the author not being quite so enamored.  Hilarious.  In fact, time for me to resurrect it and send it around again.  Hope you did not have a concussion, you need to be careful!!  I don;t want to be reading about this poor person found frozen to the road in a town north of me,,,,,,,,,,,;)

I guess we are going to be hit again tonight, I had reservations at a really nice restaurant on Beacon Hill for tonight for my husband’s birthday--but just cancelled to be on the safe side.  I am working today and tomorrow int he city but decided it might not make sense for us to be in there late tonight.  Watch, nothing will happen because I cancelled.  Oh well...........

Posted by cyn on 12/15  at  08:48 AM

I love that joke, too. At this point in the year, it usually makes me laugh. By late February, I fully commiserate and relate to it. Although, this year, commiseration is starting a lot earlier.

I’ve already shoveled snow three times this week and have done a backward swan dive in the road. My entire body aches and I’m not sure whether it’s from the shoveling or the swan dive.

And the snow plow man has already extended the length of my driveway by 3 feet and stuffed it full of snow 3 times. It’s only the middle of December!

This coming storm will probably be the capper by coating everything with a thick glaze of ice. My piles of snow will be permanent ice sculptures until spring...maybe my car, too. Yeah, I’ve already had enough.

If you hadn’t canceled your dinner reservation, it would have snowed a foot. Now that you have canceled it...well, nothing will probably happen until 3 AM tomorrow morning. ;)

Posted by Kate on 12/15  at  12:00 PM