This morning was beautiful — windy like crazy but blue skies and sunshine with about 4 inches of new fluffy powdery snow. I headed out this morning for a walk. In total I walked about 2 1/4 miles – uneventful, lots of fresh air. It wasn’t until I hit my driveway (literally) that I fell on the ice that lurked under the newly fallen snow. No big deal, got up and brushed myself off and headed indoors. Shortly thereafter, I went out with Tom to take care of the animals. As we were walking back, again — boom. It was one of those now you’re standing, now you’re laying flat on your back having smacked it against the ice (and damn, ice hurts). My hat went flying off my head.
So, see it’s true — most accidents do happen very close to home.