I turned to my lovely wife and asked her to pick a number between one and ten.
"Eight."
The die it is cast then!
We take our way back machine to 2018.
I have not seen this post from seven years ago and will encounter it just as you do now. There is no saving roll. I will publish it here!
What if it is no good?
What if it is bad, or boring, or slight?
Is this the measure of clerkmanifesto?
And what if it is really good?
Or, oh my God! What if...
What if...
What if it's silly!!!
Yeah, it'll probably look like it's going to be really good, or really bad, and then it will be...
silly.
I guess I can live with that.
Anyway, whatever it is, in whatever form, here it is as it was, February 6, 2018.
Sidewalk hijinks
After three months of freezing rain, light snows, partial thaws, deep freezes, and heavy snows, the sidewalks and walking paths of my city are at about average for this time of year. That is to say they are neither dangerous nor miserable to walk on, but they do require a certain care and attentiveness, with also a smidgen of struggle. There are good long sections of relatively clear footing, occasional banks of snow to climb, areas of greasy slush to plow through (like walking on sand), a bit of powdery fluff to crunch over, and the dreaded ice patches.
Of course ice patches are the worst of it, and when a dusting of snow cleverly obscures one it can be even worse. However these ice slicks are isolated enough that sticking to a clearly safe section of sidewalk is usually no significant hardship. A great case in point comes from my walk this morning. I was walking along the river when, on my mostly clear path, stood an island of pure, slick ice. And right in the middle of that patch of ice was one fresh and bright yellow banana peel. Almost like a joke, but there it was.
I suppose there was only one thing to think as I easily skirted the danger:
"Well now, that's redundant."
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