OK. Enough about the beautiful snow and the lovely poem by Thomas Hardy.
I woke up this morning to see a quiet, peaceful snow coming down. When the kids left for school and after my prayer time I thought, "I'll go for a long walk with Lucky. As long as she doesn't get too cold we'll make it extra long. The snow was so amazing looking I even took my camera, sure there would be a shot I just couldn't resist.
Four doors down from my house I see Lucky slip completely off her feet on the ice that was apparently under the snow. Three seconds later I slipped on it too but was able to catch myself. I thought, "Boy, that was my warning. I better be careful."
We crossed the street and passed two more houses before I wiped out completely. I wasn't hurt though a little shaken. Laughing, I said out loud to Lucky, "Well, maybe we won't go for an extra long walk. How 'bout we just try to make it around the block and home."
So I walked a little more carefully, occasionally aware of ice under the snow. About two thirds of the way around the big block I found myself suddenly on the sidewalk, legs twisted under me, my arm somehow behind me, smacked against the pavement and REALLY hurting. My first thought, "Did I break my arm?' It hurt so much. I moved it around, tried all the joints and thought. OK. Not broken. But it hurt so much and I felt so traumatized and shaken I was nearly in tears. At this point I was actually a little scared about the rest of the way home.
The pain greatly decreased after the first five minutes. I think I'm all right but I'm sitting here drinking coffee and taking three motrin. Who knows what I've pulled. I'll find out tomorrow, right? I'll be fine....although this left arm is definitely sore. I'm 55 years old. You get the picture. Falls are not so funny at my age.
Sheesh. OK. The snow's pretty. Lovely landscape. But at the moment I'm very happy to be enjoying it from my window with no broken bones, thanks be to God. Maybe I wouldn't miss the snow if I lived in a warm climate. Maybe not so much :-)