Let it snow

I used to love snow. I Cross Country skied. I lacked the coordination to actually make Downhill pleasurable. That seems like a lifetime ago. I guess it was. Now, I don't really hate snow I just like it better staring out of the window at it. I've had to shovel the stuff for the past four days and I'm done. Some place dreamy with white sandy beaches and year 'round temps of 75 degrees would be nice. I could sell beaded necklaces to the tourists. Unfortunately, reality slaps its windy hand in my face.

The short story is... Yesterday, as I walked to the library I stepped in a hole. I did not see it of course and was trying to be careful. Yes, the ankle with the six inch plate and the eight screws (to anticipate your question). I spent the evening in bed feeling sorry for myself and wondering why people don't clear their walks. On average it seems that one out of every eight homes actually shovels their sidewalks. This is an informal visual survey and not to be quoted. I remember in a happier time when I was a lad growing up in Butte. I didn't really grow up in Butte, I just liked the sentence. Actually, where I did grow up it was illegal not to shovel your walk. The mailman would not deliver your mail and God forbid should someone fall on your icy/snowy walk. You would be in sooo much trouble. I'm sure that these laws have been just ignored rather than repealed. Maybe, I'm just whining but, when you consider that the bionic ankle is the result of falling on ice... I tell myself that I expect too much and that the world has changed. People are too busy to shovel walks or come to a complete stop at

right on red

when I am in the road. Too busy... there's a pizza and PlayStation getting cold.