Thursday, January 20, 2011

On Thin Ice... Splat!

ahhhhh... I love the ice. Every weekend, I get to go to a rink whether our home rink, or if we're on the road, we get to go where there's ice. I love the ice. There is something spiritual for me when I put on skates and go for the occasional skate. I don't do it that often anymore, but when I do, it feels wonderful. It really does allow me to clear the senses and free my mind from all the stress and crud that goes on... I have always had a deep respect for the ice. I got up for work yesterday and went outside to get to the post office and then to work. I felt an odd feeling as I went to close the door. It was ice. The same ice that I treasure within the confines of a rink. The same ice that I get such a rush from when I lace up the skates. The ice that wasn't visible with the naked eye that I stepped on. Of course my natural instinct was to try and catch my balance and avoid going to the ground. Ooops! Bad move on my part. I ended up doing the splits, my feet going out from under me and SPLAT!!! Splat was funny when I watched the Road Runner cartoons on tv as a kid. When the Coyote's endless supply of cash would buy weapons galore from the Acme company to knock off the Road Runner, he inevitably would screw everything up and fall from high altitude locations and go SPLAT on the ground. After yesterday, as I sit here feeling a little more stiff and sore, I can appreciate what ol' Wyle E. Coyote- super genius- went through every time he went down... Some day I hope he gets that dang Road Runner!! Splat indeed!!

6 comments:

Indigo said...

Knock on wood I haven't landed on my back yet this year. I normally get flying lessons once a year, with help from Pickles. She can run over anything and not take a spill, problem is I'm usually attached to the leash.

Thanks for your kind words dear friend. I do own my deafness and it's a courageous feeling. (Hugs)Indigo

madcobug said...

I did the splat thing a couple of weeks ago. I actually had to crawl on all fours to the car to get up.
Helen

Barbara said...

Poor Mik! :o(

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Small and careful steps are the key.

FrankandMary said...

A once in a while splat makes us all appreciate the splatless times more. ~Mary

Carolyn said...

Splat hurts like a bugger when we're older. I used to love skating too. I went skating for the first time in YEARS a couple of years ago, hugged the boards the whole way around. I fell once and thought I'd broken my whole body. Ah, I guess I'll have to stick with the memories of that now too- instead of trying to be a kid. Getting older stinks sometimes, but that's a whole other story :-) God Bless ya Mik, watch out for any falling anvils!