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Grump
Whether it was that hour in the dentist's chair, or the cough syrup, or last night's restaurant dinner (avocado and mushroom stone pot that must have contained a whole avocado), or simply two days in a row of having to be up before I wanted to, in any case today I felt lousy. Achy joints, uncertain tum, vertigo. And a physio appointment up the street in the cold, which confirmed my suspicion that the city had bobcatted the west side of each street while leaving the east side untouched: and then spread half an inch of salt on the western sidewalks. I thought they were worrying about salt run off into the sewers and lake? Municipal right hand neither knowing nor caring what the left hand doth.
And there's nothing to choose between pushing a rollator over Sahara-sand rock salt on the west and the ridges of unshovelled snow on the right. Both make unhappy elbows even unhappier. Add the fact that we barely had an inch of snow, that bobcats and salt in such quantities were thus unnecessary, and that I'm somehow the only person on my block to sweep the stuff away, and I am displeased. Though a neighbourhood FB group posted a video of the little old lady who lives on Follis sweeping her snow away. She's the one with bad scoliosis who walks bent in half with a cane, and who nonetheless does her own shopping and gardening *and* snow shovelling.
And there's nothing to choose between pushing a rollator over Sahara-sand rock salt on the west and the ridges of unshovelled snow on the right. Both make unhappy elbows even unhappier. Add the fact that we barely had an inch of snow, that bobcats and salt in such quantities were thus unnecessary, and that I'm somehow the only person on my block to sweep the stuff away, and I am displeased. Though a neighbourhood FB group posted a video of the little old lady who lives on Follis sweeping her snow away. She's the one with bad scoliosis who walks bent in half with a cane, and who nonetheless does her own shopping and gardening *and* snow shovelling.
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Thank you. It's January, it will snow. Of course it's also an El Niño year, so (checks forecast) come Monday it will melt.
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She's a robot!
//nearly tripped and broke my ever-loving neck on the rain-slick TWO STEPS up from our apartment building entrance. Bodies. Whose idea was this
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If she was a robot she'd be able to stand up straight. Nah, my guess is she's just someone from a European country (accent, can't place) who lived through the war and thinks this is nothing to write home about in comparison.
Agreed. Why aren't we beings of pure spirit?