We woke up this morning to a light covering of snow on the lawn with snow still falling. I never understood why old people wanted to move to Florida and miss all the excitement of winter with its sleet and snow and ice.
So I went outside and walked up on the bank behind our house and almost immediately slipped and fell. I have two artificial hips and one artificial knee, and I can’t afford to break my femur. I was fine, if slightly bruised. I understand the danger, but I will not move to Florida, where the highest point of land is only 90 feet above sea level, and Trump won the state in November.
I will, however, be more careful when I go out walking on snow or ice.
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