Guys, it snowed to beat the band here. Well, we got 5". But we also got sleet. And I live on a high hill and my property slants down all the way to the County line. Dad used to say you needed toe claws (his words) to navigate the back yard. And he was right. Now add the sloping yard from the front all the way down to the end of the property, to the snow covering all the little hills and valleys that make up the yard and the flat river rocks and what with noting but lumpy snow showing...you'd be as foolish as I was to bundle up, put on my old combat boots and head out around the back of the house to get the snow shovel from the crawl space. Had to though, or get sued of someone falls on my sidewalk.
So, booted and bundled I walked cautiously around the deck edge and of course the ground slanted so I fell straight down on my bottom. Got up...got to the door to under the house and unlocked it, walked in and got the snow shovel...came out and had a brain storm! (yeah!) "I'll duck under the deck" says I. That'll keep me away from where I suddenly sat down," says I. "I won't fall again "I assured myself. "This'll do 'er" said I under my breath.
So I lowered my head, bent over at the waist and started through to the other side of the deck in safe footing. BUT: I cracked my head on one of the beams hanging down of course, that are supporting the deck. Durned if I didn't fetch it another sharp rap when I raised up (smart!!!) to rub my head. I came on back around, got into the house and checked my punkin head for blood or swelling. No blood thank goodness. It's tender and still hurts but no noticeable swelling. Not one of my brighter moments. It'll hurt to wash my hair tomorrow.
But I got the walks cleared off