falling down.

Up here in the Northeast, you can gauge how bad a winter is by how many times you’ve fallen on the ice.  So far this year the number is two, which is worse than usual for this point in the season.

 

I still remember the first time I slipped on the ice up here.  It was during my first winter, and I was living in a triple decker in Belmont with a really narrow driveway.  (For those of you in the rest of the country, a triple decker is the Northeast’s alternative to apartment complexes, not a heart attack waiting to happen at Hardee’s.)  Because of some ill-placed shrubs, it was actually kind of awkward getting to and from the door of the car, and one winter’s night after work I lost it trying to negotiate the narrow passage.  Out went my feet from under me, and down I went, right on my side.  Ow.  If the neighbors were home, I’m pretty sure they must have thought I was in the navy.  I had a bruise on my hip for a week.

 

It’s funny how fast it happens.  One minute you’re walking along, thinking about whatever, and before you know it you’re down on the ice wondering what the hell?

 

Our first place in Norwood had this concrete sidewalk that for whatever reason would always freeze over before everything else.  It was really treacherous, because the ice was basically transparent, and it would materialize from out of nohwere.  It was as if as soon as the temperature even got close to freezing, all the moisture in the air would condense on the concrete and freeze, setting a trap for us just so the universe could enjoy a cosmic laugh at our expense.  The landlord was good about putting down salt, but there were still times when we took the dogs out for a walk before she got to it.  As you might guess, nothing sabotages your own stability more than holding the leash of a stir-crazy dog whose four paws are all sliding out from under him in different directions.

 

Given that falls often have fatal consequences for old people, it makes you wonder if the people who track statistics observe any effect.  Is life expectancy shorter up here? (I'm betting yes.)  Are there more contusions, concussions, and broken limbs during the winter?  (Almost certainly.)  There’s a reason why so many retirees flock to Florida after spending their whole lives slogging it out up here, and it’s not just the temperature.


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