Of traffic, snow, and ankles
Jan. 10th, 2007 07:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akirluMy god, it's snowing. I don't think I've ever seen the traffic map of the Seattle area look so grim. It's 7:30 in the evening, and long swathes of the map are still black. Black means stopped. This after the WSDOT was supposedly all ready for the weather, having prepped truckloads of salted sand last night, after learning their lesson in December. Imagine if they hadn't learned their lesson.
If I had been at work today, I'd probably still be out there, in it, trying to get home. Probably sitting on an idling bus going nowhere, being bored out of my skull by Kelly Link. But lucky me, I had the good fortune to sprain my ankle last night while coming back from the laundry room. It was only hailing, last night. The irony there was that I was coming back the long way, by the paved path, to avoid slipping. I safely traversed the shortcut across the lawn any number of times, but walk on the sidewalk, and boom, down I go, with all the grace of a bag of rocks.
So. Compression, elevation, ice, and rest. It doesn't quite scan, but I've been doing it anyway.
Just now I gimped outside with the dog briefly so we could see the snow. It's like snow in a real winter place. It's airy and dry and goes skirrr-crunch skirr-crunch when you walk on it. It's limning the edges of all the bare tree branches and muffling the rooftops and sticking, even on the asphalt. We didn't stay out long, because Sarah became a Very Bouncy Dog. I had forgotten one of the fundamental principles of Sarah-osity: Snow is Envigorating. Bounce. Bounce bounce. Very charming, her bounciness, but I didn't want to get tipped brass over teakettle a second time, so we came in again. I may gimp out again with just the camera later to take flash photos of the snow-laden trees.
So remember kids, don't call it Global Warming, 'cause not everything will get warmer. This is Global Climate Change.
If I had been at work today, I'd probably still be out there, in it, trying to get home. Probably sitting on an idling bus going nowhere, being bored out of my skull by Kelly Link. But lucky me, I had the good fortune to sprain my ankle last night while coming back from the laundry room. It was only hailing, last night. The irony there was that I was coming back the long way, by the paved path, to avoid slipping. I safely traversed the shortcut across the lawn any number of times, but walk on the sidewalk, and boom, down I go, with all the grace of a bag of rocks.
So. Compression, elevation, ice, and rest. It doesn't quite scan, but I've been doing it anyway.
Just now I gimped outside with the dog briefly so we could see the snow. It's like snow in a real winter place. It's airy and dry and goes skirrr-crunch skirr-crunch when you walk on it. It's limning the edges of all the bare tree branches and muffling the rooftops and sticking, even on the asphalt. We didn't stay out long, because Sarah became a Very Bouncy Dog. I had forgotten one of the fundamental principles of Sarah-osity: Snow is Envigorating. Bounce. Bounce bounce. Very charming, her bounciness, but I didn't want to get tipped brass over teakettle a second time, so we came in again. I may gimp out again with just the camera later to take flash photos of the snow-laden trees.
So remember kids, don't call it Global Warming, 'cause not everything will get warmer. This is Global Climate Change.
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