Neanderpundit

A moniker Vman once gave to me, and most appropriately too.

Yesterday, in driving snow, I climbed literally over hill and dale looking for bambi; my Danner Desert Acadias (yes, I know, they’re hot boots, but that’s what I had) serving me well in the 6″ plus deep snow. I walked down into ravines and up out of them, climbed river bluffs formed by millions of years of erosion, covered with slippery wet snow.

And just at dusk, last night, I fell on my ass, on level ground, with good fitting and heavily cleated boots. Fortunately nobody was around to see, and I’m a bit disapointed i did not have my camera, because I would have taken pictures of the result. One of my companions asked me if i was making snow angels (when he saw my snow-covered overalls) and I said, no, snow fucktards. You’d all know what I meant if you were able to see the profile of me in the snow, flailing my injured limbs and pride around.

Daughter has coined another new term for me, to be used especially near snow or water: ‘Splaz”. It fits.

Shut up. In the stead of co-ordination and grace, I got….

Shit, what did I get?

I must have gotten something in the bargain.

I’m sure eventually I’ll work it out.

a good deal less pain than I expected, given last afternoon’s slip and fall.

It may be that I’m still cold enough that the nerve sensations have not yet made it to my brain, and I’m actually in agony and don’t know it yet.

Probably the case that I’m so used to knee pain that this is nothing out of the ordinary. I can walk on it fine, and it feels ok, I just can’t make any effort to turn the knee or put any pressure on it from either side.

Getting old is not for pussies.