Un-Plowed Un-Shoveled

My walk to the train station and from the train station to my office was met by un-plowed streets and un-shoveled sidewalks.

Many slips and slides along the way, but I made it without splitting my head open. I almost did split my head open when I was about ten years old walking on an icy hilly road. Slipped while walking down the steep road and cracked my head on the ice behind me after being suspended a solid three feet in the air. Huge concentric circles spiraled from the impact spot in the ice. I just layed there for a minute in pain. I felt the back of my head, no blood. I also had a deck of cards in a pocket of my backpack, apparently the zipper was undone. Fifty-two card pickup all over the road. Dammit.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I don't crack my head open on my walk back from work.

Comments

[F]

Hey, Albert. Maybe you should wear one of thos pilot helmets so you don't break your crown.

[F]

Hey, Albert. Maybe you should wear one of thos pilot helmets so you don't fall dwon and break your crown.

[addie]

grrrrr...don't these people realize it's illegal to not shovel your sidewalk? my landlord has so far neglected to do ours, despite me calling and emailing. i even offered to do it myself if he provided the shovel and salt. no dice.

[katestryker]

every winter, i wait for someone in a wheelchair or on crutches to sue this city. is is impossible to get around. today, i followed two old ladies who could barely walk on the unshoveled sidewalk. the sidewalk was next to an elderly apartment complex. yikes.

[acm]

two words: hiking boots.