We had sort of a sucky storm blow through, it actually warmed from about 28 to 34 from mid-afternoon through the evening. What this means is major ice. We went to Super Wal-Mart for our monthly grocery shopping (about 40 miles away), and then to another town to drop off some photographs for an exhibit.
Driving was a bit hectic, but no big deal. It was the walking that was dangerous, in fact it was downright comedic. When I slid out of my truck at Wally World my feet hit the ground and kept on sliding. My butt hit the threshold of the door, the truck’s running board and finally the hard, cold ground.
After shopping we dropped our photos off at East Otter Tail County Museum, a cool Episcopal church built in the 1870’s, Laurie stepped off the grass at the side of the street onto the sidewalk, she went down right on her back and bottom, almost hitting her head. (Some disabled individuals who are prone to falling wear bicycle helmets, we may need to consider a similar strategy.)
We (carefully!) moved the photos and were invited for a personal tour of the museum, Laurie and the curator went inside and I said I’d follow after closing up the back of the truck. They locked the door after they went in and didn’t hear my knocking so I started to go around the side of the church to knock on a side window thinking they’d hear me better. I started to step off the side of the step and there I went again, my butt hitting the top step, second step and ground; flailing my arms wildly the whole time.
It’s very frustrating to have such a basic, everyday function like walking become so compromised.
We drove home, unloaded our groceries and sat painfully on the couch and watched a stupid movie.
This morning I ache.
