Okay, so it hasn’t been quite this icy on Toronto streets lately, but it has been pretty slippery in spots out there.
And I have broken both wrists over the past two years … the left one after a very bad fall that bruised both my arm and my ego.
So, forgive me if I’ve been a little skittish out there and inching along even more slowly than my 82-year-old Pops.
In fact, right outside his building, I almost went flying went I walked across a patch of black ice on the way to the grocery store.
So when I saw that the lock had rusted off the box of rock salt outside the store, I was hit with a brainwave (my annual one).
And a plastic bag left behind at the bank machine beside the supermarket helped me execute my cunning plan.
After I came out of the store with my dad’s purchases, I used the extra bag to scoop up as much salt as I could from the box. Since I was using it for the public good, on a route directly in front of the store, I figured no one would mind. (And I didn’t set off any sirens or alarm bells, so, SCORE!)
I carefully navigated the snowy sidewalk back to my dad’s building, and when I got to the patch of black ice, I carefully distributed my swiped salt as evenly as I could over the surface.
Yes, I ended up having to use my bare hands and risk dreaded chapped skin, but it was well worth it. Disaster hopefully averted… until the next storm, anyway.
In other winter good-deed news, a friend of mine told me that her neighbour regularly takes her snowblower over to my friend’s property and takes care of her driveway too… how nice is that?!
Stay upright, all!
I shouldn’t laugh at this after my falling history but I just can’t help myself. Enjoy! 🙂 🙂 🙂