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.
