It’s 6 am and there’s no MMP yet!!!
Happy Moonday.
It’s a dark, cloudy, 32 degrees outside.
It doesn’t feel so cold but I guess after single digit and negative temperatures 32 feels warm.
I’m up too early, but may as well stay up now.
The dog is snoring away, the son is playing on his 'puter.
I’m finally getting him registered for school, between moving, hospitalizations and surgery that kept getting pushed back.
As threatened in a post weeks ago I am going to tell you about my snow experience.
Y’all have to promise not to laugh.
Way back in time when I was pet sitting we had a big blizzard. I had to go to the last house on a dead end street, for the only reason to feed and water some chickens.
I’m not all that fond of chickens except when they are on a plate with barbeque sauce, or stuffed with ham and cheese. The stink and I really hate the BAWK BAWK BAWK they do when they see you coming and they know they are being fed.
I started down my clients street and one of his neighbors had dug out his car and tossed all the sow into a big pile in the middle of the road. Huge pile and there was no way I could drive through it.
I got out and started to walk to the clients house. I was used to deep snow at his house, the snow plowers always thoughtfully piled the snow in front of it, I ofter had to climb over the piles on my hands and knees.
The snow was halfway up my thighs and walking was difficult. I left my coat in the truck because I knew I was going to work up a sweat, but fortunately I had grabbed my cell phone.
My first cell phone and I had just gotten it.
So I’m walking and walking and the next thing I know I lost my balance and fell backwards in the snow. I figured I’d sit for a minute, catch my breath and get up and continue on.
After a few minutes I was getting cold, tried to stand up and couldn’t.
I could not stand up.
There was nothing to push against to stand up. I tried squatting and rocking on my heels and my feet kept sliding out from under me. I tried rolling and pushing up and the snow was deeper than my arms and the more I struggled to get up the deeper I was sinking in the snow. I tried rolling, crawling, swimming across the snow and nothing worked.
I tried digging in the snow to get to solid ground.
I knew all I had to do was get to the nearest fence post or tree and I’d be okay but I quite simply could not move.
So there I was, at the end of a dead end street, no houses close by and I’m stuck and starting to get cold.
So much to my embarrassment, I called the Fire Department.
They came right out and had me up on my feet in less than a second.
They were nice enough to tell me I wasn’t the only one and I shouldn’t be embarrassed.
I was so embarrassed I could have died.
A lot of my friends were amused by the story, it was good for a few laughs.
Until
some of them fell in the deep snow and much to their embarrassment/surprise they couldn’t get up either. One was stuck until his wife wondered what was keeping him, went outside and found him stuck. Another would have gotten stuck but she had a shovel with her and was able to use that to brace against to get up. Another was close enough to the side of her house to grab that to pull herself up.
So take it as a warning, if you go out waking in deep snow take a shovel, or a walking stick, something, anything to help you stand up should you fall down.
Another say I’ll telll you about getting thrown by a horse into a dried up pond
