Tonight’s weather just like the past two weeks, cold, snowy and a fierce wind is blowing. It feels like a good night to just forget about the outside world. I know no matter how late he gets home my husband will traipse out to the mailbox.
I remind myself that Wayne always keeps the driveway, sidewalks and path to the mailbox clear. I don’t have the usual excuse about making dinner. Tonight I’m eating leftovers, alone. No need to get my coat and boots on, I still have them on from school. He’s made a path, Oh, Lori, just go get the mail.
Half way down the path I decide I should zip my coat. I discover that the wind is causing drifting. That path isn't very clear. As I cross the ditch my foot slipped. The snowplow has put some barriers in my way. The pile is deeper than it looks! The snow is loosely packed. I catch myself as I start to fall. Oh isn't that a great picture! Overweight Arthritic Woman is Rescued From Snowdrift. I can just see the headlines now! You’re almost there, keep going! I wait for cars to pass. When the traffic finally clears, I grab The Press, and the mail. I carefully step in my footprints as I retrace my steps.
Returning to the house I chuckle at the size of the newspaper, my college newspaper used to be bigger than this! A fundraising appeal and a pizza ad addressed to Resident were the only things in the mail. I knew there wasn't any real reason to get the mail, except the love that small tasks can show.
Oh, there was one more thing in the mailbox, a Slice of Life.