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Hoisted with my own petard!
Dec. 15th, 2003 01:14 amThis entry is going to be maybe a little longer than it should be, in terms of sheer effect, because it requires some setup.
Today was the first real snow day since we moved here. It's snowed a bit before, but not enough to provide any ground cover or require special car-defrosting or anything like that. I tormented the pets by taking them outside into it and taking pictures. N-cat didn't even stay out long enough for the picture, but B-cat made a circuit around our little back patio area. Arwen was OK the first time, but later on she barely wanted to go out.
I ran a bunch of dumb errands today... Target (mittens! tinted moisturizer! ridiculous hat with earflaps and pompoms!), dinner at Panera, a stop at Jo-Ann to get pretty garland for the banister and (to my surprise) bamboo knitting needles to make the "glittens" over at RedLipstick, and Meijer for assorted uninteresting crap (car emergency supplies, xmas card for dad, slippers for niecelet to wear when she's over here, etc). Also in the mix was a stop at the theatre to pick up our Return of the King tickets, preordered online: I'm going to the Dork Showing, late Tuesday night! There will be photos of the crazy costumed people, though I suspect that a lot of them will be at Trilogy Tuesday over at another theater. Still, I will take my camera and hope upon hope for six-foot-tall hobbits. I really wanted to make & wear a "Very Secret Diaries"-reference t-shirt that says, "STILL THE PRETTIEST!" but alas, my move has not gone so well and I do not have the equipment. Literally. Any of it. Maybe I should call CJ and ask if she can help me out, if I buy the transfer paper and bring over a font? You can buy these shirts online, too, but I haven't liked any of the designs (at least for me to wear), and also they are CafePress which I don't necessarily trust.
So anyway, we get home around 9:45 and I get it in my head that I am going to tag the momster with a snowball. We stop to unload the bags at the front door. The parking area is behind the house, with a garage for four cars (one for each unit) and then four parking spaces, also labelled per unit. The momster is parking in the space because our garage unit is filled with furniture! She goes to park the van, while I take the dog out the back door. I let the dog back in, and I make my snowball, and I wait for her to pull in.
After I was sure she was in her spot, I walked across the parking lot to the spot, palming my little snowball and giggling. While walking, I thought, "Well, my excuse for coming out to the van can be that the walk here is slippery and I wanted to warn her." I was treading across the packed snow and ice very carefully, and my boots had a pretty good grip.
Until I reached the corner of the garage at the back of her parking space, where I slipped on a patch and landed smack on my side. Had a moment of dazed shock, followed by genuine terror that she might back up and repark the van (it's a habit), but fortunately, no. Lost my snowball completely. My arm is stiff. My hip is bruised. I probably deserve it, damn it.
I am very glad that I was wearing the puffy down jacket - it cushioned my fall! It could have been a lot worse. As it is right now I'm just a little winded and bruised, but we'll see how I feel when I wake up - gotta go get yarn for those glittens, and take some clothes in to sell at a local resale shop.
As to the snowball? I was not cowed. I took a little side trip as we went into the house - back to the area of the back patio where Alpha Snowball was created. Oh yeah.The momster took a (very small and loosely packed) snowball in the back on the way in, all right. That'll teach her to laugh at me when I slip on the ice! ;)
Today was the first real snow day since we moved here. It's snowed a bit before, but not enough to provide any ground cover or require special car-defrosting or anything like that. I tormented the pets by taking them outside into it and taking pictures. N-cat didn't even stay out long enough for the picture, but B-cat made a circuit around our little back patio area. Arwen was OK the first time, but later on she barely wanted to go out.
I ran a bunch of dumb errands today... Target (mittens! tinted moisturizer! ridiculous hat with earflaps and pompoms!), dinner at Panera, a stop at Jo-Ann to get pretty garland for the banister and (to my surprise) bamboo knitting needles to make the "glittens" over at RedLipstick, and Meijer for assorted uninteresting crap (car emergency supplies, xmas card for dad, slippers for niecelet to wear when she's over here, etc). Also in the mix was a stop at the theatre to pick up our Return of the King tickets, preordered online: I'm going to the Dork Showing, late Tuesday night! There will be photos of the crazy costumed people, though I suspect that a lot of them will be at Trilogy Tuesday over at another theater. Still, I will take my camera and hope upon hope for six-foot-tall hobbits. I really wanted to make & wear a "Very Secret Diaries"-reference t-shirt that says, "STILL THE PRETTIEST!" but alas, my move has not gone so well and I do not have the equipment. Literally. Any of it. Maybe I should call CJ and ask if she can help me out, if I buy the transfer paper and bring over a font? You can buy these shirts online, too, but I haven't liked any of the designs (at least for me to wear), and also they are CafePress which I don't necessarily trust.
So anyway, we get home around 9:45 and I get it in my head that I am going to tag the momster with a snowball. We stop to unload the bags at the front door. The parking area is behind the house, with a garage for four cars (one for each unit) and then four parking spaces, also labelled per unit. The momster is parking in the space because our garage unit is filled with furniture! She goes to park the van, while I take the dog out the back door. I let the dog back in, and I make my snowball, and I wait for her to pull in.
After I was sure she was in her spot, I walked across the parking lot to the spot, palming my little snowball and giggling. While walking, I thought, "Well, my excuse for coming out to the van can be that the walk here is slippery and I wanted to warn her." I was treading across the packed snow and ice very carefully, and my boots had a pretty good grip.
Until I reached the corner of the garage at the back of her parking space, where I slipped on a patch and landed smack on my side. Had a moment of dazed shock, followed by genuine terror that she might back up and repark the van (it's a habit), but fortunately, no. Lost my snowball completely. My arm is stiff. My hip is bruised. I probably deserve it, damn it.
I am very glad that I was wearing the puffy down jacket - it cushioned my fall! It could have been a lot worse. As it is right now I'm just a little winded and bruised, but we'll see how I feel when I wake up - gotta go get yarn for those glittens, and take some clothes in to sell at a local resale shop.
As to the snowball? I was not cowed. I took a little side trip as we went into the house - back to the area of the back patio where Alpha Snowball was created. Oh yeah.The momster took a (very small and loosely packed) snowball in the back on the way in, all right. That'll teach her to laugh at me when I slip on the ice! ;)
