Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Slippage
My least favorite weather: Bitter cold with patches of lumpy ice all over the ground. The natural inclination is to walk as quickly as you can to get out of the pain, but you have to take itty bitty steps to keep from slipping on the ice.
And if somebody gets in your face, or you have a slow-moving human in front of you, you can't swerve around them because you can't move that quickly. Also, because you'll step out of your semi-ice-free little groove in the sidewalk and hit a small embankment and lose your balance.
Rain tomorrow. Wet Christmas. My hair will pouf, but walking will be safer.
And if somebody gets in your face, or you have a slow-moving human in front of you, you can't swerve around them because you can't move that quickly. Also, because you'll step out of your semi-ice-free little groove in the sidewalk and hit a small embankment and lose your balance.
Rain tomorrow. Wet Christmas. My hair will pouf, but walking will be safer.
