doctoral candidate in rhetoric and scientific and technical communication
snow
I took the photo to the right last year but it could have been taken this weekend. Actually, I think the snow was deeper this weekend. Dakota wouldn’t venture into it unless I made a path for him (finicky and spoiled dog that he is!).
I got stuck. Again. Of course.
I keep saying I need a truck just for these times.
Living on a dirt road out in the country can have its perks. Driving a little car through snow that comes half-way up the door does not add to those perks, however.
Then the winds start and the drifts get bigger and bigger.
I had to dig out three times.
Then I fell down my front stairs because they are on the north side and get no sun and the ice had built up overnight and I was going too fast and…
Crash!
Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie. I have bruises all over my body and I ache.
But I’m happy for the snow. :-)
Those damn north-facing entryways. I had a similar mishap as I was rushing back into our townhouse yesterday to get something silly I’d forgotten. It was actually on the departure when–woosh!–suddenly my feet were no longer on the ground. I was catapulted into the mound of snow that used to be our minimalistic lawn. Ouch!
My husband and daughter were in the car and were both amazed at how fast I went down. The former rushed out to rescue me from my awkward landing and the latter, once I hobbled back to the car, asked in her two-year-old-sweetness, “Okay, Mommy?”
Now I’m feeling it in my neck every time I turn my head, but I still have that tiny concerned (and oh so sweet) voice in my head, so I guess there’s a little bit of pleasure in the pain.