1) Winter of 2012-2013 decided to remain until May, making my mother's let's-watch-spring-greenup visit into a mud-and-slush visit.
2) Winter of 2013-2014 decided not to begin until Halloween, and then only with the barest dusting of snow.
3) Real snow came in earnest last weekend, enough to make me think I could ski. It was enough to ski on. However, not enough to fall down without feeling inappropriate amounts of pain. I had a lovely ski, but then I fell down on the way home, and realized in a flash that the falling-down part is why skiing on thin snow over bare frozen ground is generally not okay. Here is a photo of the results (although, fortunately, there is no audio recording of what came out of my mouth at that particular moment):
As I moaned on the ground in pain, with white flashes in my field of view, I decided that this was unacceptable, and that it had not been a worthwhile ski, despite the earlier beauty and exhilaration. However, by the time I got home, the pain had quit throbbing, and I decided, "Meh, pain." It had, indeed, been worth it.
That night, it snowed all night, and despite a forecast that threatened a rise above freezing temps and a consequent ice storm, it never came. I had friends come over for pancakes, and we had perhaps the happiest ski I can recall. Dogs were bouncy! Happy! I looked forward to winter proceeding as usual.
Then this morning I woke up to rain. Coating everything with ice. Sigh.
The town has shut down, similar to Icepocalypse.
And that (sigh) is where things stand now. I don't understand why this is happening. Temperatures are well below freezing. We should be safe. I don't understand why liquid water is coming from the sky. As it happens, though, sometimes Things Occur whether I understand them or not.
For example, I will never get proper compost, so I've given up on that little project:
Life is easier when I adjust my expectations to match reality, rather than expect the other way around.
5 comments:
Luckily you didn't break a bone or tear tendon, I hope you get better soon. Pls be very careful out there by yourself.
It was a long, hard and lonely recovery when I fell and broke one ankle. The full recovery was about 10 months
Ouch. I'm glad you didn't hit your head - easy to slip backwards and whammo on the back of your melon. Rain? in November? Whaaat?
Rena was soooooo right. She is not only book smart, she also is a mother who knows the best.
You were lucky and I pray you will always be lucky.
Take care, dear.
But, should you think that it is only the ice that causes bruises, at least for me, this is not true.
I currently have a bruise on my left hip right about at desk level. Why? Because, apparently, I like to pretend that I can walk through objects.
But, shocker, I actually can't.
I tried to step out of my car this morning before opening the door. It was not good. :(
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