Ice Ice Baby

Not sure what to do about work. It is icy out, and I haven't seen cars out. I was able to walk outside though. I think that I'll call one of the other Sunday workers and see what she thinks. I called her, and she wasn't home, so I guess that I'm being a wuss. I did see a car going V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y on the icy side streets.

 

I overslept and didn't get a chance to wash the carpet.

 

I made it into work. Go me. But it took me a half-hour to scrape the ice off of my car, even with using liquid deicer. I had a moment when I wanted to call my boss and tell him I couldn't make it in because I couldn't get the ice off of my windshield. But I did. It was the stubborn ice that's like an extra layer of glass. Then the worker whom I called called me back, and she thought that we should close because she's worried about the students coming over here. But we don't have a really good way to tell them that we're closed. She also was concerned about the other worker, who comes from Springfield, so I called him and left it up to him whether he came or not. What a mess. He did make it here.

 

I also made it home for dinner,  but didn't bring the guitar back with me because I didn't want to wrangle a guitar on ice.  Come to think of it, though, I have yaktrax, but I forgot about them.

 

Need to do some homework....

You're Going to Slip, Tumble, and Fall

Well, at least the sun is out. Maybe that's why I feel more awake than usual.

 

I brought a misdelivered letter to the neighbors' mailbox, when I slipped and fell on the ice on my sidewalk. Ouch. The side that I landed on has been freaking hurting. I'm wondering how the mail carrier will deliver the mail given the ice, so I need to look for some salt to put on the sidewalk.

 

Well, the mail carrier managed to deliver my new (to me) acoustic guitar despite the ice. I really like it. It looks and sounds good. I thought that it came with a case, though, but it didn't, so I'm not going to schlep it around until I have a case for it. I want a hardshell case because klutziness, but might have to settle for a padded gig bag for a while. I'm also not going to practice guitar tonight because my fretting hand is ouchy.

 

I forgot to feed Harlee this morning. Bad Mommy! I gave her the food over dinner, but she turned her nose up at it because it wasn't fresh. She eats more at night anyway.

 

I can't find Zara's meds. I know that I picked them up on Friday.