For the past couple of days we've had temperatures climb up to the low 30s so we have had some melting going on. Last night we had a light snowfall which combined with the slight melting/water/ice to make all outside surfaces slippery this morning.
Hubby and I have worked out an arrangement where he travels the nine miles one way to get our fresh dairy products at the farm in the winter. (Rolling hills and lots of curvy whoop-dee-doos on the trip.) And I make the milk run when the roads are clear in spring, summer and fall.
This morning because he offered to prepare some fresh fish for breakfast (hooray, somebody else's cooking to eat besides my own!), I volunteered to make the milk run. I made it about three miles from home and witnessed several could-have-been calamities when I decided to play my "chicken" card, turn around and come back home.
~ I saw a man walking along the road slip
and fall flat. He was a youngish
fella, popped right back up
and nothing was hurt but his pride.
~ On a downhill, a SUV came barreling up
behind me, passed me,
and fish-tailed wildly before getting
his vehicle under control.
(He was VERY lucky. Also very stupid.)
~ I felt my tires slip-sliding when I tried to pull
away from a stop sign and had to put
the car into 4-wheel drive before
I could move.
~ When I slowed (even slower than the maybe 12 mph
I was going) to make a right hand turn, the
back of my car tried to make the turn
before the front.
~ Coming down another hill to an intersection
where I did not have a stop sign,
I saw a patrol car (he really was going
slowly and cautiously) slide right
through the stop sign on the
He looked first panicked, then mortified . . .
Somedays it really doesn't pay to get out of bed. Or go for milk.
However, all's well that ends well. I made it back home without a mishap . . . just had to work to settle that long ago, Illinois-driving-on-ice-all-winter induced queasy tummy.