It snowed more again last night. I can’t help but run out into it and watch it fall from the sky. It’s so pretty. I wish it didn’t have to end but alas, during the night it turned to Seattle’s regularly scheduled weather program- rain. Sigh. Good-bye sweet snow, I will miss you. (Neilochka, this snow angel is for you.)
I managed, in typical Sizzle fashion, to completely bite it on my way out to my car yesterday morning. I was wearing non-sensible shoes. I know this now. But to my credit, it looked like snow, not ice and my car was a mere 5 feet away from my apartment so my thinking was “even if these shoes are ridiculous for snow, I’ll barely be IN the snow so just go ahead.” To make matters worse, I had a trash bag in one hand and my purse, lunch bag and keys in the other. Forget about balance. It all shot out from under me when I hit that third and final step on the landing. A nice coating of ice layered it, along with the entire sidewalk. My ridiculous (but cute) shoes slid and with my hands full, I was unable to grab the railing. Everything I was holding splayed out around me as I tried to gather myself up and regain my composure. Sadly, no one was around to see this masterpiece of klutz theater. Damn if falling on ice doesn’t hurt. Clearly, boots are in order. Lesson learned.
So far this week I have learned:
1) Ice is slippery.
2) Snow & ice require you to sacrifice your fashion sense. Kitten heels are not appropriate when trying to get from your apartment to your car even if they look really cute with your skirt and sweater. Put on your boots. (First, go buy some.)
3) Mittens should never be left where crazy, wool-hungry kitty can eat them. (The pinky finger on my right hand mitten is missing the tip. Dottie!?)
4) Whatever I thought were “warm” clothes in California, are not “warm” in Seattle. I need some sweaters and socks stat!
5) “Snow is like a penis. If it isn’t 6 inches, there’s no point.” (Thank you, RayLol.)