Okay, so with the 37 cm of snow (in some spots deeper due to drifts), I succumbed to my annual "fall on your face and bruise your knees" episode at little early this year. Kris and I took the bus to work today, with no chance of having the energy this morning to clear the mountain of snow at the end our driveway-generously provided by the city graters. Anyway, the morning trek was uneventful but the end-of-day trek, not so much.
People here don't clear their sidewalks partly because they're lazy, partly because there aren't a lot of sidewalks outside of main streets and downtown, and partly because the city eventually clears them with sidewalk graters. SOOO...walking the block from the bus stop to the house, we tried to make our way through the snowbank on the sidewalk. The initial decision to walk on the road seemed a bit dangerous with all the cars and dark and ice. First, I fell through about half a meter and got stuck. Then two steps later I made it out of the snowbank and directly onto my hands and knees. I then rolled on to my back, laughed and lamented the pain in my body. When we got home, Kris almost didn't let me help him shovel as he felt I was "getting weaker by the moment". He followed that up by saying that he was glad I was okay and, were I not his wife, he probably would have giggled at my spill. The best part is that he said that while laughing. It was funny so I really can't blame him.
Although I'm anticipating a fairly big bruise on my knee cap tomorrow, these wintertime slips and falls are a refreshing reminder that I live in the great white north where one must respect the authority of snow...and the guys with the snowblowers.
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Falling in the snow is fun, and even better when somebody is there with you to laugh so that you don't look like a complete lunatic laughing by yourself at yourself.
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