Charles Barkley, former NBA star and current TV commentator spoke out on CNN about Gay Marriage, Women’s Rights, and gave his views on conservatives and Republicans. He may not be the most well-spoken guy, but at least he says what he feels, no holds barred. Needless to say, my respect for him just shot up 1,000%.
It’s far too easy to say that I hate winter. At this point, after the winter we’ve had around here, EVERYONE hates winter.
We’ve had more snow this winter than any in recent memory. It’s been bitterly cold, then warm, then cold, then warm and humid, and then cold again– over and over and over.
I’ve been sick three times with any given number of respiratory ailments, and no sooner than one leaves, another takes its place.
But through all of this insanity, I’m managed not to slip and fall on the icy sidewalks… Until today.
So instead of believing that I hate winter (which I do), I think it’s time to realize that something even bigger is afoot. Winter hates ME.
I woke up a little late today so I begrudgingly decided to take my car in to work. I say begrudgingly because it meant I had to scrape yesterday’s ice and snow off the windows, and that’s never a fun job when you’re in a hurry. Also, since it had been there a couple days, it was bound to be glued to the windows and therefore a bitch to remove. I was right.
I also decided to drive because the conditions were really icy and I didn’t feel it would be in my best interest to walk on everyone’s ice-packed sidewalks. See, in my neighborhood there are the responsible residents and the lazy residents. The responsible residents shovel, salt, and then shovel again after the salt breaks up the snow and ice a bit more. Their sidewalks clear up in a day or so and turn into safe walking surfaces for everyone. The lazy residents let everyone trample the snow until it’s smooshed into a thick glacier-like substance, and hope that maybe the temperature will rise so it will turn to slush and get brushed away by the constant traffic of people’s feet. This works fine in theory, except if the temperature decides to dive even lower the next day, which turns that solid glacier into solid ice. Not fun at all, folks.
So I chose to drive to avoid this. And it went great… until I got to the parking garage. I had to park on the roof, which never pleases me, but it’s better than nothing. I got out of the car and dodged the ice around me until I reached the doors to the elevator. I stepped up on the curb and then saw what eventually brought me down. A smooth, shiny sheet of ice. I couldn’t avoid it. There was no way around it. So I stepped.
I hit the ground, directly on my right knee.
Now I should mention that I have pretty bad knees. Always have. My knees have always popped when I bend them, and once in a while I even tear a little cartilage if I’m not careful when getting jostled around on the El or while… um… horsing around. The tears last for weeks and are incredibly painful, and unfortunately the only thing I can do is wear a brace and wait for it to heal.
That’s how it feels right now.
I don’t know if I twisted it or just bashed it hard against the concrete. If it hurts worse tomorrow (which I suspect it will) I may have to visit the E.R. Great way to start off the new year!!!
So this winter has been very unkind to me. I’ve been its bitch, and I’ve submitted over and over again. It’s taking its toll on me something fierce…
But even still, it hasn’t beat me yet!