As much as I love the season of ice and snow there are two things that make it a little difficult. Ice and snow.
On his daily trek to get the mail, carefully walking on the icy road in front of our house, Husby’s feet decided to slide out from under him and down the rest of him went. It’s a trick our feet like to play in the winter ~ no matter how careful we are once in a while they’re in the mood for a little slapstick, making us a laughing stock to any neighbors looking out their windows at the time while simultaneously hurting the rest of our body.
Husby landed on a hand, then elbow, then face. Poor thing.
Yikes! A nice little gash, some very colorful bruising and a lot of puffiness. Nice work, feet.
He says he’s okay, it’s not bad, he’s had worse. Pfft, I say. I immediately checked his pupils for signs of a head injury and although he said everything was fine he assured me he’d summon me to take him to the emergency room if necessary.
When people ask what happened Husby will respond, “you should see the other guy!”
Husby is indeed just fine, suffering only from soreness on the arm on which he landed. His eye never got so puffy that he couldn’t see out of it. The thing is, we both kind of hope that cut leaves a scar, because nothing says sexy like the remnants of a battle, even if that battle was with ice and snow.
** Update** Today the bruising as traveled to Husby’s lower eye lid. His eye looks like a big, red Christmas ornament. Ho ho ho!
I want to become more writey, so I’m just going to fake it ’til I make it. I’ve got my Pandora Christmas station playing and I’m at the computer despite my crippledness. The Christmas season is officially underway, which is a good thing with or without a crippled hand, with or without writing.
It’s a cold, bright winter day and I’m very glad to be at home. The weekend has begun and thus my fun, satisfying work and play has begun. The movie du jour – 
I have the usual on my list of things to do this weekend. Dusting, vacuuming, crafting and writing. Right now I’m wrapped up in my big sweater with cold legs inside a pair of jeans. A lap shawl might be in order. If I have anything to say about it there will be a fire in the fireplace before it gets dark and I’ll have a glass of wine beside me while I do whatever has to be done be it watching Mad Men (arriving soon via Netflix-today), gluing bottle caps, or reading in the warm glow of the East Wing.
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