Free Falling!

In a rush to beat the "trash guys" I was carrying one last bag to the street when I hit the ONE patch of ice in my tarmac driveway. Down I went like the proverbial "ton of brick."  OUCH.  The trash bag went flying, and I grabbed my knee and swore, perhaps very loudly.  Then, of course, I looked around to see if anyone saw me fall. At this hour of the AM, everyone's drapes and blinds were still pulled. No cars went by,either.  So I sat on the cold pavement and checked out my wounds.  I have a severe case of "road rash" on my left knee.  Reminds me of the same thing I got learning to ride my two-wheeler with the training wheels so many years ago.  Not only that, but I feel like my butt cheeks are residing somewhere up around my shoulder blades and my back hurts.

I did learn a few things from this, though.
1. Slow down. Hurrying isn't worth it any time, any place.
2.  Keep "road rash" treatment supplies on hand just in case.  I had no antibiotic ointment here, upon   reading the label on the Preparation H, I decided that wouldn't work!  I found some anti-infection cream left over from last year's surgery and some ancient Band-Aids. Oh, and a box of old gauze patches.  That will have to suffice.
3. 220# of ugliness goes down in a hurry and takes a while to rise back up.
4. You can skin up knees pretty badly and never tear a hole in your pants!  I don't know how that happened, but it did.
5. I could fall in this neighborhood and lay there until I froze solid. 99% of the time if one falls, no one sees them do it, and in this neighborhood, even if they did, they would do nothing. (Except for Roger next door and he was at work!)

And the clincher of the whole thing is:  with the holidays, our trash guys don't run until tomorrow!
 Damn!

Until next time,
Peace!
JE

It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

Lat year we had, according to our local weatherman, a grand total of 6 inches of snow all winter. Right now, I, with yardstick in hand, measured 3+ inches in my back yard. And the thermometer is hovering at 0F. So, with the upcoming outlook of more snow, freezing rain, sleet, and back to snow, I am beginning to believe that we will have a white Christmas this year. Some years we do, some years we don't, but it's more fun if we do.
This year we are supposed to trek to the capital to my daughter's for our family Christmas get together. That is supposed to occur this coming Saturday. That's the day of the freezing rain, rain , sleet, then snow that is coming our way, then plummeting temps back into single digits, with negative numbers at night. I asked her if they had a plan B, and she said, "No, but we can do what we always have done and converge on you on Christmas Day and you can feed us!" Then she laughed!! I hope she was kidding! Or at least if they come here, they bring food. I don't cook for crowds. I barely cook for one! Not that I can't, I just would rather eat nuked hot dogs, and open a canned veggie, or even eat a big bowl of cereal. I rarely have enough food on hand to feed the troops! And this month is not long on groceries cause I bought gifts and such!
But wherever we end up, it will be fun. We will welcome little Annabelle into our family traditions, though at 2 months, I doubt if she'll pay much attention. My halls are as decked as they are going to get, and I am ready. My list is short, and needs are few. I just want my family near and dear and well and happy. What more could an old guy ask!
Until Next Time,
Peace on Earth,
JE