On my way to physical therapy the other day, I stepped one booted foot into a melting puddle of snow and laughed out loud.
I wasn’t actively trying to step into melting snow puddles. I’d actually been, quite actively, working on avoiding them. Painstakingly so.
According to weather reports, over the prior weekend, my neighborhood had received about 10 inches of snow. A day after, some of the fluffy white stuff began to brown, ice, slush and in some areas, melt into brown puddles, great and small.
Feeling the added weight of my sorel boot-clad-feet (I meant business 😉), first I’d survey the landscape, then pull back to zoom in a few steps ahead, zero in on a puddle, try to ascertain how quickly & easily I could hit solid ground, and then make my move. It had been working; I’d been guessing correctly (yes, no matter how hard I stare beforehand, it still, oftentimes, involves some guesswork). And then came that moment where I guessed wrong.
It was on the heels of making it over a lagoon of a puddle; one very long look at the melted, deep, murky “adventure” awaiting my boots & balance, and you better believe I took all the time I needed to make it to the other side. Successful and, admittedly, feeling pretty proud of myself, when I spied the next, smaller, innocuous looking puddle, I wasn’t as careful. When my boots made contact, solid ground was a little farther than I had imagined! And that unwelcomed, unexpected slide that followed? Enough to surprise an extended laugh out of me! Thankfully, it was manageable (i.e., I was still standing) or it might not have ended up a laughing matter 🙃
Good luck with the puddles—the ones you think you’re prepared for and the ones that end up surprising you 😉