We have been visited by winter. Last week, 8.5 inches of snow and then about 3 inches of fine sleet.
The sleet has compacted to a great layer of very slikc ice, thick enough that my 130 pounds will not crack through the crust..
This morning, with temperature hovering around 10 degrees, it fell to me to take water to the kennels and check on the chickens. Not a difficult task on most days and one I have done many, many times in the past. Dressing for the weather, in high top boots, heavy coat, fur hat, I picked up my water jugs and stepped out.
The porch and stairs, nicely cleared due to the efforts of Hubby and Brett was no problem, nor about the first 20 steps across the glacier that was once our yard.
Then, Right foot went one way and left went another as I tried some sort of ice skating move! There was not grace, no beauty in my loss of traction, water spilling from the jugs just made the whole situation worse!
I found myself resting on the ice, on the well padded portion of my body, wondering ‘what now’?
Simply put, I was uninjured (if you don’t count my pride) but never the less in a mess! No way could I get up on that slick stuff, I would have to crawl to something to use to get up! Sudden realization that my gloves were inside was not pleasant knowledge. Sliding across the layer of water covered ice, I was remembered all the safety rules – not quite soon enough!
I made it to the dog pens, got back on my feet, carefully made my way back to refill the jugs and started over, with a walking stick in hand.
Soon the task was complete, the animals cared for and yes, now the gloves are in my coat pocket!