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Hat Goeth Before a Fall

It’s a beautiful, cold, snow-covered day. The sun is bright and the sky is blue, making everything a blanket of blinding white.

The snow came two days ago, starting two or three hours after my post about there not being any snow. I’d guess we ended up seeing about six inches of the cold stuff before it was all finished. School was cancelled, work was cancelled; even Daniel’s college classes were cancelled yesterday. I spent the morning on a mission—making a stocking cap.

I knew the cold was coming, and the most uncomfortable parts of my recent runs have been, not my much-neglected legs, but my freaking ears. So the night before all the snow started, I waddled over to Michael’s and picked up some tweed woolen yarn. Fisherman’s wool, it said. I suppose they wanted me to knit a turtleneck sweater with it so I could look like Ernest Hemingway. Instead, I began crocheting a stocking cap.

The beginnings of my hat. about 20 minutes worth of work.
The beginnings of my hat. about 20 minutes worth of work.
It's taking a curve now, and starting to look like a yarmulke.
It’s taking a curve now, and starting to look like a yarmulke.
The finished product. Ready to run!
The finished product. Ready to run!

Well, after a couple false starts, it finally came together after about six hours of work.

I sat in the living room, staring out at the snow, anxious for the run in the cold. I’ve conquered you!

Well, I finished my hat, and it was 12 degrees, with a wind chill of -6. Awesome new cap on, and gloves, and a scarf, I made my way down the stairs to the Green Trail to being my run.

About 400 yards from our house, an Asian lady warned me “Careful, is very slip over there.” She wasn’t kidding. The trail was icy and covered with a slick of snowy crud. Well, I was walking at the time, during my five-minute warmup before the real run began, so I gave her a nod and kept on keeping on. I passed a man and his little girl sledding down a pathetic hill. It was cold enough that I bet they gave up soon after.

About one mile after the run, right past the covered bridge, I had my first slip. The trail there takes a sharp turn, and begins a slight descent. Well, my foot hit the ice, and I did one of those amazing stretches that makes your groin shriek in protest. My iPhone went skittering down the trail, and came to rest about six feet away, in a snowbank. It didn’t hurt much, other than my pride (I admit to taking a quick glance around me to see if anyone was watching the fat man fall). I also gave my knee a bit of a raspberry, but I wasn’t any the worse for wear.

I turned around and came back. I decided to push my pace toward the end of the run, and true to the lady’s word, I hit the Very-Slip-Over-There Spot and my ankle went out from under me. I jarred my shoulder on the fall, and twisted my ankle. This time the iPhone went even farther, again into a snowbank (there are lots of those). I limped home, my pride wounded, and this time also my ankle, which throbbed all night. I iced it up, and I have a four day break until my next run. I can walk on it, as long as I don’t take any sharp turns.

Stupid hat. Stocking caps make me trip. But hey, at least my ears were warm, right?

Fartin’ Around this Friday

Interesting quote: “Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.” We have Dana Carvey and Mike Myers to thank for that one.

My high school English teacher, Jim Walker, told me never to begin an essay with a quote. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not writing an essay!

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Winnie the Pooh Listened. Why Didn’t We?

Today was Big Bus day, and I can say with certainty that the wheels on most of the buses do in fact go round and round.

Daniel will be taking courses at the community college in Sterling this term.  As a point of reference, the campus is 7 1/2 miles (12 km) away.

The problem is an ugly transit issue: we live in Reston and Daniel doesn’t drive. He can’t ride a bike, and so we gave him a bus pass, which served him quite well during the last term, when all his classes were actually in Reston, but getting to Sterling (the main NVCC campus) is a bit more tricky. Sterling is in a different county with different bus service.

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A Late Winter Walk

Oh, by the ever-lovin’ electric noseplugs of Jezebel, my ears hurt right now!


I just went on a walk around the lake. The complete circuit, from my home and return, is 2 miles, thereabouts. It’s still winter. It snowed a couple inches yesterday morning, and the rains took it away. This morning it was so foggy I couldn’t see the front door of workplace from the parking lot. Then it burnt off. It was about 60ish. Beautiful.

But oh, the wind!

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