January 24, 2012
I've heard it said many times in my life that you're never too old to learn. And I can safely say that's it's a fact - I got a real education last Saturday.
The night before, it snowed several inches and we woke up to a winter wonderland. Several neighbors got out before daylight and got busy with their snow plows and snow shovels. But the time I woke up, our whole street and all the driveways were cleared (our street is a dead end and only a block long but it is still a lot of work to clear it all). Someone had even brushed off our car and had shoveled a path down the yard so we could walk the dogs. We have a lot of good people in this neighborhood.
As I woke up I heard some kids outside our house. Our side yard is the best hill for sledding in the area and it always attracts the kids on snowy days. They played for a couple of hours while I got dressed and Lady Laura got our breakfast. After breakfast I was feeling pretty good so I decided to go outside and walk Rudy.
As I was walking him I noticed that the kids were gone but I knew they were planning on coming back - two sleds were left leaning against our house. Suddenly I got an idea! I hooked Rudy's leash on a bush and picked up the larger of the sleds. I hadn't been on a sled in many years and when I pick up that sled an old feeling rushed over me ... the pure joy of sliding down a hill with an icy wind prickling your face.
I lay face down on the sled and shoved off down the hill. It was just as I remembered and I was ten-years-old again!
The only problem was that in my rush to experience my youth I had ignored a couple of very basic facts. I was not ten years old and I weigh a whole lot more than I did then. I shot down the hill much faster than the kids did and I went a whole lot further. When the sled started veering towards the neighbor's fence I steered the sled away from it. No dice. My speed and momentum would not allow the sled to turn and I smashed squarely in a very solid fence post ... face first.
I don't know how or why, but now, some two days later, I am sore - from my head to my little toe. I feel like I was dumped into a rotating cement mixer rather into the neighbor's fence. Believe me, I've had enough of sledding to last me a very long time ... or until I get stupid again!!