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Dec. 1st, 2010 06:15 pmNow, before I get into this I'm gonna say that I love snow. I think it's great. But it turns out that it's the concept of snow that I love more. In actuality, I'm unprepared for this. My docs are dead, utterly unwearable, I have no other boots that are even vaguely suitable for walking on compressed snow/ice/slush and I cannot get to a shop to buy new ones or indeed rely on any being delivered. Suck it up and wait for it to pass. I hate the slush the most, it's the most unpredictable of the three for me. Am not designed for walking in these conditions - poor balance to begin with, a dodgy left ankle and a terror of breaking something which would lead to time off work (should they ever take me back) makes venturing out haaaard.
But venture out I did for we ran out of milk and I can't study without tea and coffee and I won't take either of them black. Off to the shop about 500m away, under layers and layers and layers. Three layers on legs, five on top, hat, gloves and fingerless gloves and handwarmers and scarf. I was not too hot and not too cold. Juuuuust right.
The few cars that were out were being driven sensibly, each one stopping before an S-bend to let other cars through, going at a crawl. Going slower than I was, and I was walking slowly even for me. Helped a couple of people along the way, cos these are things you do. Two cars abandoned by the road on the way out, both gone by the time I'd got back that way though with an ambulance on scene. Stopped to offer help, as you do, declined (yay, I get to feel good and not do work.) As I got back to the S-bend some 12 year olds were chucking snowballs at cars, with excellent aim, getting windscreens >70% of the time. Oi, lads, stop that, you'll cause an accident if drivers can't see. Course, they turned on me with the snowballs after that, but turned and ran when I challenged them on that, too. Little oiks should know better though I worry that I've actually made them more likely to do it again just cos the crazy old lady told them off (though that was not what they called me at the time.)
More than a bit worried about Martha getting home from Cavan tomorrow, but I think I'll have to stop wondering about that cos there's nothing I can do either way. Might get the train up to Dublin and tell her to meet me there, even though that'll mean braving both the train and the hills up to the station in a town where the borough council are at least admitting that footpaths aren't in any way a priority. Why did I have to live in a valley?
But venture out I did for we ran out of milk and I can't study without tea and coffee and I won't take either of them black. Off to the shop about 500m away, under layers and layers and layers. Three layers on legs, five on top, hat, gloves and fingerless gloves and handwarmers and scarf. I was not too hot and not too cold. Juuuuust right.
The few cars that were out were being driven sensibly, each one stopping before an S-bend to let other cars through, going at a crawl. Going slower than I was, and I was walking slowly even for me. Helped a couple of people along the way, cos these are things you do. Two cars abandoned by the road on the way out, both gone by the time I'd got back that way though with an ambulance on scene. Stopped to offer help, as you do, declined (yay, I get to feel good and not do work.) As I got back to the S-bend some 12 year olds were chucking snowballs at cars, with excellent aim, getting windscreens >70% of the time. Oi, lads, stop that, you'll cause an accident if drivers can't see. Course, they turned on me with the snowballs after that, but turned and ran when I challenged them on that, too. Little oiks should know better though I worry that I've actually made them more likely to do it again just cos the crazy old lady told them off (though that was not what they called me at the time.)
More than a bit worried about Martha getting home from Cavan tomorrow, but I think I'll have to stop wondering about that cos there's nothing I can do either way. Might get the train up to Dublin and tell her to meet me there, even though that'll mean braving both the train and the hills up to the station in a town where the borough council are at least admitting that footpaths aren't in any way a priority. Why did I have to live in a valley?
