Yesterday, it was Brett's turn. On his way down the driveway to get the newspaper, he slipped on ice that had formed in an area where water flows over a dip in the driveway. Normally, the ice is thin and his boots crunch-slosh through. I typically avoid that area all together, stepping onto the frozen grass and hopping over the stream. Yesterday, the ice was not particularly thin so instead of breaking through, Brett's boots slid from under him, flying forward, and he landed smack on his back. When he fell, the ice did break and all that icy water flowed under his pants and jacket. He wasn't hurt; but he was sore and he was not happy.
To all of my readers who live in icy winter climates, please be careful out there.
