THE NIGHT I TOOK FLIGHT!
Well, here we are in the last hours of the last day in January. Yesterday we had a bright and sunny day where the afternoon temps reached 47F. Today the weather took a turn for the worse with the temps dropping and the sun fading from sight. A little while ago I let Mlle. Renee out for her last call before bedtime. When she didn’t return after a reasonable time, I went out onto the back deck and call again. When she didn’t respond, I decided to go into the yard and see what she was doing. Now the deck doesn’t have steps into the yard. Instead of two steps into the yard, it has a ramp that was put in when my Mom was in a wheelchair. I never had the ramp removed because it was easy to wheel things out of the house and dispose of them. Anyway, I started down the ramp … and have you ever heard of BLACK ICE? You don’t see it, but it’s still there lurking for you to walk on it. Well, have you ever heard of the ballet term Grand Jeté? That’s when the head guy in tights goes leaping across the stage with his legs high in the air. Well, I might not have been wearing tights, but I quickly discovered that my legs were up in the air in front of me. Unfortunately, my butt was soon on the ramp and I was doing an graceless impression of a “bob” sled taking out several of the railing posts with my feet as I slid down the ramp. Mlle. Renee was on the asphalt drive sliding around trying to get to me. Well, I stood up on the rubber mat at the bottom of the ramp and checked to see if any thing was broken besides my pride. I happy to report everything was in place. That’s when I realized that I couldn’t walk back up the ramp without sliding backwards. Rubber soled sneakers were not made for walking on ice. I finally resorted to taking my shoes off and climbed up the ramp in my stocking feet while holding onto the side railing. That’s where I sustained my only injury … a skin scrap on my left hand. I got to the top only to realize that Renee couldn’t walk up the ramp either. I went into the basement and got the rock salt out and sprinkled it on the ramp. Then I had to coax her into walking up the ramp without licking up the salt. Then I had to wash the salt off of her feet before she came into the house. That was when I realized that I left my sneakers at the bottom of the ramp. And that’s where they’ll stay until tomorrow!
A pretty good swan folding job, too.
This is my dapper Alleycat Mug and I had it filled with a bracing hot cup of pomegranate green tea.