Spring and fall

Yesterday was a beautiful day – much of our snow was GONE, although patches still existed -- I couldn’t wait to come home and WALK OUTSIDE in the sunshine!

Although I had to BEG, DH joined me, but argued about it’s benefit. My solution to winter blahs and any ailment, is that sunshine, exercise and looking at our big blue sky has restorative and recuperative properties -- he reluctantly found a hat and jacket and joined me, grumbling.

We have sidewalks most of the way, although snow and ice and puddles still existed.

All went well until he saw a former co-worker driving down the street. As DH spontaneously stepped into the street to hail and wave, SOMETHING went wrong, and splat! Uhhhh, wha happened? There was leftover ice on the roadside. Did he slip on that? Of course, he was totally embarrassed, and popped up in a moment with my immediate assistance. Meanwhile his friend had stopped his vehicle and backed up to be of assistance, and MORE street traffic stopped – an embarrassment to anyone, but this was a former co-worker! Arghhh – the story will get back to his old office about “poor ole guy – see what happens when the boss man retires”! A devastating event for the macho ego, and he’s insisting “I’m not going to admit any damage in front of anyone, by gosh – I’m just fine!”

Checking to see what had caused the problem, snow? Ice? What??? I looked at DH, and in addition to being very muddy, his backside, back, knee, leg, and arm and shoulder for gosh sakes were generously smeared with chunks of ...DOGGIE DOOOOO .. ARGHHHH, yes, that’s what caused him to slip, and, since I helped him up, I also have it on me (no gloves) -- I’ve stepped in it, brushed off his backside, back, leg, arm, and my hands were covered before I realized is was NOT mud! Frankly, we STINK like SXXX!!!

OK, trying to gain composure, clearly stating he is perfectly OK, we trudge home, smelling quite terrible, trying to make light of the situation, but we are both thinking of complaining to …the dog? , hollering at … the city? Who can we blame for this misadventure?

Arriving home requires carefull peeling off our stinking clothing outside on the deck, shaking the clods of Sxxx off of his jacket, jeans, and both our shoes, hoping our neighbors don’t complain about these 2 senior citizens stripping in plain sight! Hole in his jeans, bloody knee and hands, in addition to embarrassment, and mortification, and, even his WALLET (worn in back jeans pocket) is full of SXXX! That was just tooooo much!

Today, I'm hearing a lot of groans and moans from DH. We are waiting for the telephone calls and guffaws, and jests. I think he's in one piece. My poor baby.

Today is another warm spring-like day - A walk would be nice.