I’ve often wondered why my forefathers didn’t settle in a warmer climate. I am convinced that the only reason I am not living up by the Bering Sea, is because the oxen and horses on the wagon train must have been bogged down in snow, and couldn’t go any farther North. That is the only reason I can think of, as to why anyone would settle in a climate that had winter for eight months out of the year. I, like so many of you, am already fed up with the blowing snow and cold icy winds and it’s only November.
Getting around on icy roads proves to be a challenge for me. This brings me to my most recent happening. I had an appointment downtown on Saturday, and since the roads were in terrible condition, Hubby volunteered to drive me. He’s used to driving in these conditions, so he didn’t have any problem. We made it there, concluded our business, and were on our way out to the car in record time.
It was icy, and we both picked our way carefully across the parking lot, clinging onto each other like a pair of star crossed lovers. We managed to get to the car, and Hubby climbed into the drivers’ seat while I skated my way around the back of the car to the passenger side.
Just as I reached my side of the car, my feet shot out from under me like a steer at calf roping time. Oh, I knew what was coming alright, but I was helpless to stop the face plant that I was sure would end in a broken nose. I was going down! My arms were wind milling around like a hammer thrower at the Scottish Olympics, and I launched my purse on one of the up swings. Watching it sail into the wild blue yonder, I wondered how many points that throw would net me in a game of Hillbilly golf. Before I knew it, I was face to face with the rear axles of the car. Geez, if Hubby started backing up, I was gonna be a grease spot!
Gathering my wits about me, I managed to drag myself out from under, and pulled myself up. I wobbled over to the car door and yanked it open.
“Where’d ya go?” Hubby asked.
“For heaven’s sake I could have been killed! Didn’t you notice I wiped out behind the car? If you’d have backed up, you’d have run right over me!” I fumed.
“How was I supposed to know? I thought you went into the store across the street or something,” He said.
“Good grief, did you think I just teleported myself over there?” I said.
I did a slow burn as I strapped on my seat belt.
There was a slight pause before he spoke.
“I’ll get your purse,” he said, smiling.
I had forgotten all about that darn purse, and anxiously looked around for it. There it was hanging on the “NO PARKING SIGN” forty yards away.
“Looks like a fifty point score for you,” Hubby laughed, as he exited the car.
Frankly, between you and me, it should have rated sixty points at the very least. It looked like a ringer to me! 🙂
Author Val Enders resides in Spruce Grove, Alberta. She married her high school sweetheart, Richard, and they’ve been together for over 40 years. Val doesn’t consider herself a writer by profession, rather she writes more for her own enjoyment. An accomplished artist, Val’s a member of the Allied Arts Council of Spruce Grove. Visit Val’s “Journey Into Art” website at www.vals.webs.com
Wel, lets hope this is the first and the last “ringer” of the season.! I too am quite tired of winter. Good grief it has already offered some challenges.! Have a wonderful day and keep writing.! Dianna
An excellent description of what could get you into the canadian freestyle skating team, ha ha ha, as long as you’re OK that’s the main thing. That’ll teach hubby to be watching more carefully next time, I mean at our age you don’t get too many good laughs like that. I think you should invest in a pair of those pull on spikes for your shoes/boots, my good lady Bella got them last year and they worked a treat.
take care Val
tata the noo
Yup, I’m ok… only thing hurt was my pride. Guess next time I’ll grab Hubby’s arm and hang on for dear life. If I go down he’ll know where I am, because he’ll be goin down too! hahahaha
He’s a great guy and usually looks out for me ( I’m an accident waiting to happen sometimes.)
thanks for reading and commenting Dianna and Colin.
You know that I really have to laugh at your misfortunes. Reading your articles is a good way to start the day. ( with a laugh)
Well, you know that on my “outings ” with my family and friends, I certainly accumulate lots of fodder for these little stories. Goodness knows who will be next. Now I just threaten everyone with the phrase ” Don’t make me write about you!” Works every time. hahhahah