Living Dangerously

An icy rain fell most of yesterday. Our back porch, which is a slab of concrete covered by a roof, became a sheet of ice. Even the wooden steps up to the sliding glass door were slippery. When Bethany came to get the baby, I had her come in the basement door. When Bryan came to get Troy, I had him come in that way too. And, when Alysa got off the bus, she also came in the seldom used basement door. I was so afraid someone would slip on the steps like I did last year. (It is not much fun bouncing down ice covered steps even if there are only four of them.) Bethany was kind enough to bring me a bag of rock salt and we eventually scattered it on the slippery spots. By the time Kathie came to get the girls, it was looking much better out there. After supper I decided Ellie should go out for a potty break, so I scooped her up and headed out the door. I had let down my guard and was not prepared for the once again iced top step and down I went. (I suppose Ellie went up before going down?) Do you recall the helpless, humbling feeling as you tumble hopelessly out of control? My hands skidded across the icy concrete as I came to an abrupt halt at the bottom of the steps. Bruised, but not broken or bleeding, I headed back into the house and flopped into a chair to catch up with myself. (At least I didn't feel nauseous this time...) Later, as we headed out to church, I realized my glasses were missing. Could I have been "wearing" them on the front of my shirt when I bounced down the back steps? Ah yes, there they were, frozen to the back porch when we got home.

PS. Ben has made a list of "Ben things" below.