Random Reflections

Ice, Ice Baby

It has been a weekend of ice here in Missouri. It began Friday (which seems like ages okay) and is still robbing people of power today. Very rarely are we sequestered. Usually, if you want to get out and about you can do it. But this weekend made it challenging. I got out Saturday to make hospital visits and to take some things to my folks. On Sunday, I only ventured out to get the newspaper and in the process landed flat on my less-than-flat butt. After a quick look around to see if anyone had witnessed my mishap, I slid the rest of the way down the driveway. Some little kids were playing across the street and one of them, probably in 3rd grade, politely shouted, “Walk in the grass!”. Instead of shouting back, “I did, thank you very much.” I said “Thanks!” with a thumbs up.

I knew enough to walk in the grass but it didn’t help much on Sunday because my lawn was an ice rink! In fact, when I sidestepped my way back up the lawn, I saw the big (somewhat big but not that big) crack in the grass where I had made contact with my tush.

But no worse for wear today.

Where some folks would find three days of isolation a prison sentence of the worst kind, I’ve enjoyed the quiet time and the time around the house. It has been nice to just read or to watch a movie without feeling guilty of other things that should be accomplished. Most of my youth, however, feel like they are dying a slow and torturous death cut off from the very thing that gives them life – their friends!

I hope you are safe and warm wherever you are.

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