There's going to be a shit hurricane.

Thursday night brought our first real snow of the season. It was quite icey. I was not one of the many cars who went off the road and/or had an accident. Walking is much more hazardous and dangerous for me. I started the winter out with a bang! Literally. The bang was my fat ass hiting the pavement. One minute, I was walking in the blinding snow, trying to see past the huge flakes, the next moment I was suspended in mid air, and the next, I landed on my shoulder, hand, knee and hip. I have a lovely tapestry of bruises on my right side, and my should feels like it's been ripped out and isn't moving very well today. I'm in quite a bit of pain today--moving very slowly. I'll be fine eventually.

My clumsiness has reached epic proportions. It's to the point of ridiculousness now. Really! Walking should not be that hard! I don't wear heels. I'm not sashaying or any other fancy moves. Yet putting one foot in front of the other and staying upright seems to be pushing the limits of my skills. Just one time, when people ask why I'm walking funny or have strange bruises, to be able to attribute it to some fun, exotic activity, like mountain climbing or something. No I'm forced to give answers like... walking, or getting in my car, or walking up the steps.

M had to work tonight. It was the first night of the light show at the Gardens. L & I got lots of cleaning done tonight and had lots of time with the critters. It was a fairly productive, if not particularly fun, night. L snuck off for a few minutes by herself and made an early xmas present for me. She had put some things in the cart when we ran out to Michael's earlier today--M had given her permission. I was busy picking up some supplies for another B-D family holiday craft night. (Now if we can actually find a time this month that all of us can get together, we'll be all set!)