I feel it in my back this morning, but yesterday afternoon I bucked up and dug myself out.
I’ve already gone into some of the details as to why it’s difficult for me to walk on snow and ice and I don’t feel like going into the layout of my building—but in order for me to get out to the street, I had to shovel a long path.
No, it wasn’t a mile long or even half a mile, but the snow was deep and underneath it was ice. I’m lucky that I have a pretty good shovel.
I took my time and too hours later, I have a very clean path to the street which is now clear. A snowplow cleaned it off yesterday.
I have a friend who lives on my street and he’s giving me a ride up to Queen City Avenue to catch the bus. I’m thinking most of the sidewalks and streets should be clean downtown by now.
I’ve got some banking to do, some friends to see and a few other things to get done before the next white death occurs. It’s gonna feel great to be out and about.
Maybe I’ll give you an update later—let you know if I broke a hip or not.
Update: “Larry’s Big Adventure” is over. Nope, didn’t make it downtown. All of the bus stops on Werk Road and also Boudinot Avenue were covered with mounds of snow and ice. Really, a complete mess.
It wasn’t just me that was struggling. I watched a guy probably half my age fall down while attempting to get over that mountain of “stuff” to get on the bus. At that point I just said fuck screw it.
I went into the UDF on Queen City, paid much to much for the few things I got and I got to a spot on the sidewalk that was clear. I saw a #6 bus coming and waved it down.
I walked on the streets to get me back home. Fuck Screw the sidewalks.
The good news out of this? I didn’t break a hip.
And I didn’t break my spirit either. At least I made the attempt and at least I got out for a bit.
It’s true. If you drive in Cincinnati, the city watches out for you. If you take public transporation, you’re fucked screwed.
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