I love warm, sunny winter days when everything starts melting and Minnesotans think they can go outside without coats. It’s a funny phenomenon: when the temp hits 40 at the beginning of winter, people start bunding up; when it hits 40 after a cold spell, people start peeling clothes off like it’s a summer blackout.
I do, however, hate the nights that follow. The nights, invariably, are never above freezing, and therefore anywhere melted snow pooled becomes a death trap. As my knee quickly found out on Saturday night.
I had to stop to pick something up, and as I rounded my truck, I met ice and came down ridiculously hard and fast. I was at the end of my parents’ driveway, so I called my dad and asked him to come out and help me. Once inside, I rolled up my pants to find a rather bloodied knee. Also, there were two holes in my brand new work pants. Awesome.
I woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t sleep, so I got up and interneted until 6. That’s what my knee looked like at around 5. I was thinking I was off the hook from a badly bruised knee thanks to my quick icing….
Nice! The biggest problem with this was that I needed to crawl around on the floor for a good chunk of Sunday. That is, after all, where I cut out large pieces of fabric. Not only was my knee all bruised up, but I must have either worn out my left arm at work, or jarred it when I fell, because I could hardly move myself around while working on the floor. I was a whiny mess.
(I like that first picture better because I don’t look nearly as pale…. But really, it’s just lamplight instead of sunlight….)