Ruff ‘n Reddy

Nov 29, 2010 by Naomi.

Walking on slush that is frozen in the form of the last footprint or tire tread is way more difficult than walking on the melted stuff that squishes and slinks aside in displacement with the least little pressure. Just forty eight hours ago the cold permeated my thin boots at whatever level the liquid stuff reached past the soles. The temperature, well aware that it is now winter, drops to fit the season. No more liquid in site. Never having the luxury of time to seek its own level the slush froze in jagged peaks and valleys and became more treacherous than a smooth skating rink and since I was not on ice skates, it was just as well. I pick my way with care across the parking lot that has not been touched by plow or shovel. No arrogant strides, ice too rough, air too cold. Deep breathing will manifest itself in aching jaws when I retreat to indoor heat. I get thirty minutes of exercise in Richland Public Library. I stroll along the stacks of mysteries and none having caught my fancy, I look to the new books – seven day checkouts – the new label referring to the fact that they are new on my library shelves. I restrict myself to two – two checkouts. I am also fussy about them being paperback books, easier to hold. Hold that thought while I ready myself for bed.

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