Lately I have just a terrible time making decisions. I think I spoke of this problem last Monday. Today I sit here with my Tablet (pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, of course), feeling quite paralyzed between two possibilities. One choice, of course, is my usual Monstrous Monday. The other is a Pedestrian Post about my walks to and from work today.
I work in Herkimer, NY now, where I live. It is easy walking distance, but I normally drive for a few reasons, although one might argue that they are actually rationalizations (I know some of you were just taking a breath and opening your mouths to do so) (you know who you are). That could be a whole other blog post.
Today, however, or rather last night, winter returned to the Mohawk Valley in the form of snow. A lot of it. I went out early, thinking to shovel out the end of my driveway at least. The snow was not up to my bumper, after all. Where was my shovel? Oh yes, right where I left it, leaned against the porch stairs, covered with snow. I was brushing snow off said steps with the outdoor push broom when I said, Oh, to hell with this, I’m walking to work!
I went back inside to get my things. My husband, Steven, expressed some dismay at my choice, but I felt it was safer. After all, a woman my age could get a heart attack shoveling snow. If I slipped on ice walking, I was more likely to get a mere bruise, not incur the costly car repair if I spun out while driving. Additionally, I had not gone for my usual morning walk; I needed the exercise.
I did slip on the ice, as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I almost landed on my butt. Of greater concern, I spilled a little coffee. Yes, I carried my usual thermal mug. I sip a little in the morning and heat up the remainder in the afternoon. Now I had a little less for both purposes and had gotten my glove wet! Sometimes it is not easy being me.
As I walked, I greeted other pedestrians and people shoveling their driveways. I told a couple of the shovelers that I was walking to avoid their chore. I did not greet one person brushing off her car, because she seemed to be having a heated argument with someone on the porch.
“Where do you want me to put the snow?” she demanded, then offered a vulgar suggestion (I would just imagine not much snow would fit there) (also, it may not have melted, because I understand it is where the sun don’t shine).
I made it to work without mishap and only a couple of little slithers. The worst of it was my feet got wet, because I was not sensible enough to put on boots. My walk home was a little better, as the snow had stopped and the plows continued to do their work. It was one way to get my exercise!
And I see it was one way to make a blog post. Isn’t that funny? I started to write a sentence or two about the Pedestrian Post I might have written (yes, I intended to make another post aboit not making a real blog post). Then I went a different way. Kind of like I went to work a different way this morning. See what I did there?
Mohawk Valley Girl 