A Mission Can Be Dangerous

What I've Learned About Ice and Snow

Snow is pretty.  Ice is not.  Snow is fun.  Ice is not.  Snow makes you want to play.  Ice makes you want to be very, very careful.  So - that is exactly what Don and I were doing today when we drove over (carefully) to The Roundhouse for lunch.

The Roundhouse is a popular eatery that has been in Caruthersville forever.  I've been there five times, in 1980, 1985, 1993 (or 94), and twice since we arrived for our mission.  It is one of those places where I feel very much at home.  I feel like I really belong there; like I really know the place.  For you Turlock readers, it's sort of like going to Latif's but Latif's on steroids.  Anyway . . .

We are carefully negotiating our way over the ice from the parking lot to the side walk.  Don is holding on to me (because I am notorious for tripping).  Ice is not friendly to anyone, let alone a klutz like me.  So, we are being very careful.  

Don steadies me.

Don turns around

and . . .

Don runs smack into the corner of a low hanging wooden awning (see extreme right of picture above).  

He knocked himself silly right on the bone over his eye and gave himself a nice little puncture.  Man those little nicks can bleed a lot.  I won't burden you with the bloody eye.  In fact, good wife that I am, I was more concerned about getting him settled with a napkin and some ice rather than recording the moment.  Yeah, I had my priorities right.  Help.  Aid. Fix.

The waitress came to the rescue with a towel wrapped in ice as Don pressed a napkin against the wound.  She followed that up with a tiny band-aid.  God bless her.  Below is the drama, step by step.

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So, while I've learned that snow and ice are to be respected at all times, it is always the unexpected moments that will get you.  We were prepared for slipping but not for running into awnings.  Moral of the story:  While you are trying to be sure-footed, always keep an eye on what is going on around you.