So I often say to myself, despite the
fact that I'm only forty four years old and in excellent health with strong
legs, “Careful on the ice, you don't want to slip and break a hip.” I walk gingerly, taking tiny steps, and
always assuming what deceptively looks like snow is deceitfully ice. I continue the story in my head for a
while and say, “If you slip and break a hip it's all downhill from there. It's not a fun downhill either. No, it's a slippery slope sliding full
speed on a thin plastic toboggan with the cold Arctic air lashing at your face
and your feet cold despite the fact that you're wearing wool socks and thermal
insulated boots."
Then I give myself an optimistic pep
talk because you need to do that often during this near Siberian and almost Dostoevskian
winter. I tell myself, “If I slip
and fall, I will recover. Better
yet, I won't slip and fall!”
Then I continue walking gingerly, taking tiny steps, and always assuming what deceptively looks like snow is deceitfully ice while I tell myself, “Careful on the ice, you don't want to slip and break a hip.”
Then I continue walking gingerly, taking tiny steps, and always assuming what deceptively looks like snow is deceitfully ice while I tell myself, “Careful on the ice, you don't want to slip and break a hip.”
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