Snow = Bad

Hello one and all. I first want to say that my last post was not directed at anyone that actually reads my blog, unless you happen to fit the description. The mentality is what I most wanted to combat…not the person. So, if the mentality mirrors yours, I was talking about you, but otherwise I wasn’t.

Thursday morning, I went to take out the trash, as you do, because it was quite full. Not so full as to say that it was spilling out of the trash can and causing a mess because the cat was running through it and traipsing coffee grounds and other bits of trash all over the house. No, it wasn’t like that, but it was decidedly full. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn’t even take out the garbage from the trash can so that when I actually did get around to it (yesterday) it may have been that full…but I digress. Let me start over…

Thursday morning, I went to take out a box of trash that was from the office. I was trying to clean it up a little bit because, as groovy can attest, it was getting rather messy/cluttered. Anyway, I had gotten all ready for work and was dressed in my finer clothes (read: khaki pants, shoes, a shirt and a jacket…what every working guy wears in Montana during the winter). I gathered up my box of trash, a bag full of cables that I was taking to work, and made my way out the door.

Outside, it was cold. There was a couple inches of fresh snow on the ground that had fallen over night. The air was a “brisk” and “frigid” (quite unlike the 50+ degree temperatures we had yesterday) 17 or so. I walked past my truck and was going to walk over to the dumpster to throw away the box of trash when I hit an otherwise hidden patch of ice located, of course, on a small hill. I did what every individual when confronted with that situation and an undying desire to maintain the laws of physics would do: I fell right on my butt.

Now, to say that I fell wouldn’t adequately describe the falling part of the adventure. No…this was more of a “the ground relentlessly pursued my posterior with such force that, once confronted with its unyielding nature, jarred my brain.” Instantly, I had a headache. My back hurt. My neck hurt. And, more importantly, my pants were now covered in snow.

I picked myself up off the ground and, as I had fallen and slid down the hill toward the dumpster, I threw away the box of trash (my original goal, mind you) and went back inside to change only to realize once I had arrived at work that I had forgotten my belt, of all things.

In the end (of the story…not my end which, while still sore from time to time, is fine…my back is another story), groovy brought my belt to work for me and everything else that day (besides not being able to turn my head) was fine.

Moral of the story: Snow is pretty…but it can be a pain in the butt.