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Friday, December 12, 2008

Snowy Mornings and Olympic Practice

Finally, after weeks of waiting, a good snow fall!
I woke up to about 8 inches of fluffy whiteness that was so heavy with moisture that is stuck to everything.
Jezzie, the snow hound, was as happy as a lark upon being taken outdoors. Her little doggie heart was filled to bursting with the excitement of it all.

I went back inside to get the camera for pictures of the gorgeous new snow. Jezz was happy. So was I.

Camera in one hand, dog leash in the other, Jezz and I started back out for our first real photo op in the New York snow. It was glorious out doors. It was so pristine and white!

We stepped out into the crisp air, shut the door, turned to head down the steps and I felt my foot slip in the sticky, wet, white snow. I knew I was a goner the minute my footing became less than stable. So, giving up to gravity, my dog, my camera, all went willy nilly down the steps. Me cursing and trying to keep the precious camera out of the snow. Jezz jumping around, trying to stay out of my way, but enjoying the game nontheless. And gravity. The cursed gravity. Winning the game.

It is times like these when you really need a friend holding a video camera. Rebecca, where were you? I can see it in my minds eye. Camera held aloft, dog jumping around barking her fool head off, me, slipping as if in slow motion, banging my ample derrierre on each step of the luge-like trip to the bottom. And Rebecca laughing her not so ample derrierre off because she enjoys a good fall, even if it is at someone else's expence. (no offence meant there Becca)

Once my olympic luge run was complete I sat there, camera still held high, looking around to see if anyone had witnessed my humiliating tumble. Now, why does someone do that? You fall. You don't stop to see if anything is hurt. But you do look around to see if you are being watched. Why? Maybe if someone is watching you and laughing, you can laugh too. There you are, arms and legs broken, but because the onlookers are laughing, it must be the appropriate time, so laugh too! Dumb bunny! What if the onlookers were crying? Cry too? Or acting puzzled and confused? Oh, look, I fell, what do I do now? Any ideas?

I was safe from the crowd mentality and had only to deal with my over exuberant dog and the precariously dangling camera. Lying on my back, resting not too comfortably against the steps, I tried to figure out how to get up without getting the camera wet. Yes, I was a bit dazed. But the camera. My precious, soon to be replaced gem of a camera. Snow bound it was. Into the snow it went as I pushed myself to my feet and realized "My bum hurts."

So much for pictures.
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