Although we’ve had snow on the ground for several weeks, it feels colder these days — or perhaps that is simply because there is no longer a baby here with whom to snuggle. At our house, we’ve shrunk back to four humans (plus the dog and cat) from the eight of us who were living here for nearly two weeks. Gone are the sounds of Little Foot as he protests having his diaper changed; gone are the voices of brothers playing games together; also gone is the need to text the college student to tell him to turn off the music and go to bed.
The dinner conversations have devolved as well. What starts out as intelligent conversation, centered upon lab results in the genomics studies course taken by the teenager, ends abruptly on this sub-freezing evening by a simple statement from The Barefooter:
I saw some insects today — outside. I ate two of them.
I stop and stare… and hope desperately that no one observed this occurrence (for employment purposes if nothing else). In his defense, he claims that the bugs were quite small and he scooped them up with snow, which he also ate. Whether or not this happened on his lunch break, I do not know.
I’ve been avoiding snow and ice, but not for the reasons one would think, given my injured ankle; I can’t walk, so going outside is a moot point. But I did discover last week that it is a Very Bad Idea to ice my ankle, regardless of swelling. Applying a cold pack to an ankle that has the equivalent of a hardware store section attached inside causes the person who just had surgery 6 weeks prior to actually feel each piece of hardware in that ankle. I thought I was imagining it, but my feeling (I was especially feeling that bowed plate on the left) was corroborated by a nurse and several friends with metal hardware in their limbs.
Lesson learned! I plan to keep my ankle away from extreme cold.
Later this week I will get to see an updated X-ray and hopefully it will show some positive progress toward healing.
It’s a shiny new year, filled with possibilities. What will you do with it?
At this time of year, I’m lucky to get in one good excursion per week, so I hope it is understandable that I’m making the photographs last through a week of blogging!
I loved the pattern of frost on the bridge. It was late morning — nearly noon — when I took this picture and the temperature was just edging past the freezing point down by the river.
An hour later, the frost had been melted by the sun.
Below are four photographs showing four different views of the same pattern: