Thursday, December 21, 2006
A body-part warming Christmas tale
As you all know, yesterday they changed our name from State of Colorado to State of Emergency because of the ice storm/blizzard. I didn't mind the part where the clone, Mike and I all stayed home, seeing as how we had food, shelter, electricity and the internet. But I did have some last minute book orders unfilled and unmailed, some grandkid gifts unsent and some shopping unshopped. So Caro and I decided to take a chance and slide in to town this afternoon.
It didn't take TOO long to chip and melt half an inch of ice off my windshield, and Dreamcloud with his 4-wheel drive MOCKED the 12+ inches of snow in the driveway. Happily, we found the county road crew had been out plowing, so it was an easy drive to the Post Office.
Caro helped me carry in the boxes, then went across the street to the credit union while I finished up. While I was in the car waiting for her, I had one of those moments when you realize you may be a bit too technologically slanted. As I relaxed and watched the still falling snow hit the windshield and melt into hundreds of tiny rivulets, I thought, "That's a darn nice screensaver...."
Next on our list of stops was Thriftway, because Caro fancies a ham for Christmas and they had them on sale. The parking lot was pretty full, not just of cars but also of thick, lumpy, half-melted snow and slush. And, despite taking my usual care with how I stepped (bad knees teach you to do that without fail), my heel found a teeny frozen hill...and thumpity-thump-thump, look at Susan go. Down. Into an icy puddle. Butt first.
One thing that has stayed with me from my years of martial arts experience--I am still very good at falling without hurting myself. So there I was, unhurt, but with a soaking wet, icy cold arctic circle where I used to have warm, cozy sweatpants covering my rear.
Another thing you all already know, or should, is that Caro is a queen among clones, not just a genius thinker, but also the kind of stellar friend who will give you the pants off her legs. As I shuffled, dripping, into the store, trying to act natural, she told me she had prepared for our chilly roadtrip by putting on TWO pair of pants, and I was welcome to one, if we could find a place to change.
And that is how this turned into the kind of story where two giggling ladies, driven by urgent need, slipped into a grocery store bathroom and began to undress....
But that's as good as it gets, sorry. After that, all we did was shop and go home.
It didn't take TOO long to chip and melt half an inch of ice off my windshield, and Dreamcloud with his 4-wheel drive MOCKED the 12+ inches of snow in the driveway. Happily, we found the county road crew had been out plowing, so it was an easy drive to the Post Office.
Caro helped me carry in the boxes, then went across the street to the credit union while I finished up. While I was in the car waiting for her, I had one of those moments when you realize you may be a bit too technologically slanted. As I relaxed and watched the still falling snow hit the windshield and melt into hundreds of tiny rivulets, I thought, "That's a darn nice screensaver...."
Next on our list of stops was Thriftway, because Caro fancies a ham for Christmas and they had them on sale. The parking lot was pretty full, not just of cars but also of thick, lumpy, half-melted snow and slush. And, despite taking my usual care with how I stepped (bad knees teach you to do that without fail), my heel found a teeny frozen hill...and thumpity-thump-thump, look at Susan go. Down. Into an icy puddle. Butt first.
One thing that has stayed with me from my years of martial arts experience--I am still very good at falling without hurting myself. So there I was, unhurt, but with a soaking wet, icy cold arctic circle where I used to have warm, cozy sweatpants covering my rear.
Another thing you all already know, or should, is that Caro is a queen among clones, not just a genius thinker, but also the kind of stellar friend who will give you the pants off her legs. As I shuffled, dripping, into the store, trying to act natural, she told me she had prepared for our chilly roadtrip by putting on TWO pair of pants, and I was welcome to one, if we could find a place to change.
And that is how this turned into the kind of story where two giggling ladies, driven by urgent need, slipped into a grocery store bathroom and began to undress....
But that's as good as it gets, sorry. After that, all we did was shop and go home.
Comments:
Post a Comment
Links to this post:
