The bloody toe

This is an example of what my steps look like when things are trecherous

On Sunday and due to technical difficulties, Wendy and I drove to church in separate cars (long story).  I ended up taking Roxie and Reagan.  It had iced over, the night before, so things were slick on the front stairs, at home.  I carried Roxie down to the truck.  Reagan, however, was a different story.  With her in my arms, I slipped right off of the top steps.  Time slowed down to a crawl as I fell.  I somehow managed to skip a step and slip all the way down the stairs until I planted my right foot deep in the snow on my front lawn.  I’m not sure how I didn’t go down.  I’m not sure how Reagan didn’t go down.

Once at church (we had the same slick ice situation at church), I carried Reagan to the front door and went back to the truck to finish the job.  My truck doors were locked.  Somehow, within 30 seconds, Roxie managed to start punching buttons on the passenger-side door and now I was locked out.

I weakly tried to show her how to open the lock by pointing to the lock.  She helpfully came over to the door where I was and pointed with me at the lock.  It was hilarious and frustrating, all at the same time.  I finally realized that being a responsible parent, I’d taken my keys with me, which were in my pocket.

Tonight, I had run 4 and a half miles before the inevitable happened: A car drove close and honked at me. These people do it, all of the time. It was icy, dark, and cold. The conditions are dangerous enough for a runner, biker, or walker, without having to worry about those idiots who would try to veer and honk at you to scare you.

So this is an open entry to those who would, from the comfort of their cars, endanger someone who is exercising on the road. Get out of your car and see how it goes when you’re not protected inside of your speeding, reckless vehicle. Bring it on. I’m sick of you people. If you want to be funny, do it outside of your car. If you want to be brave for your friends, do it outside of your car. If you’ve got a problem with me, get out of your car and let me know. I’ve got some things to say, myself.

Well, this will be my last coherent post for a while.  We’re going to be battling it out in the snow.  I have chains, new windshield wipers and fog remover to help me out.  So from now on, you’ll be getting more photos than full sentences (until we arrive in Cali).

Last nights storm came in and left, leaving nothing on our grass or driveway.  It was touted as a the Must See storm of the year, a storm that could leave as much as 6 inches of snow on the valley floor.  However, this snow enthusiast saw the storm at 4 different points in the night, and it left much to be desired.  If there is a sequel, it better pack a bigger punch.  Otherwise, I will disregard all further Fox13 Weather Watches.  1/2 star for disappointment of a storm.

Well, today when Jason and I were commuting into SLC, Jason pointed out a dust of snow in the mountains.  I texted Patrick about this, this morning and he replied “Noooo”.  I think that means that I win.  So it’s official.  First signs of snow this season.  I’ll try to remember to keep track of the last time that I see snow next year.  This is becoming a favorite Utah tradition for me.

Patrick just called me and reported that he can see a little snow up on Timp.? He just sent me a pic on my phone, but I can’t see what he says is snow.