So way back in the day, I had a weekly paper route.
Those of you of a certain age may remember the weekly shopper newspaper. It was a small publication of mostly ads held together by a few human interest stories.
For three or so years, every Tuesday, I would diligently deliver these little papers in the neighborhood next to mine.
Fun fact: this neighborhood was the neighborhood from the Betsy-Tacy books.
The neighborhood contained several hills (and still does, to my knowledge). One hill, in particular, was particularly brutal. Each winter, like clockwork, my feet would slip out from under me, and I would smash my tailbone against the ice-slicked asphalt.
Even after I’d relinquished the route, I made it a practice to slip on the ice or the steps at least once a year. It wasn’t winter until I took a tumble and bruised my tailbone.
Well, last Sunday, I renewed that tradition. I’m fine, but I went down hard on some ice in our driveway.
After that, I was in no mood for the internet, never mind booting up my computer.
And yes, my tailbone still aches.
But I am making good progress on Coffee & Ghosts. So there’s that. I mean, it’s currently -9 right now. It’s not like we’re going to pull on our boots and take a hike.
I’d probably just slip on the ice anyway …
3 responses to “Weekly writing check-in: spills and chills”
Pen a poem: “Slipping On Ice On a Snowy Day” — followed by “OUCH,OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH”, …etc. Can be written sitting on pillows.
Ode to my Tailbone (which still hurts). I’ll get right to work on that.
“Slip Sliding Away .. on a freezing day…