To Fall, Or Not To Fall?

 

Song of the Day: Megan by Anesthesia

So, the other day, I finally fell.  Well, halfway, at least.  I was walking to work, I think, and because the sidewalk on the block where I live isn't heated and the staff don't shovel it like they do the rest of the walkways on campus, all the snow that fell on it got compacted into ice from people walking on it all day long.  Since I'm still not that used to walking on ice, I take lots of baby steps; it may take me more time to get to a class, but at least I won't slip and fall, or so I thought.  So, I was walking to work and I guess, halfway up the block, my foot decided that it wanted to keep moving forward and I ended up landing sideways on my left hand.  It probably looked like I was leaning on the ground or doing some crazy push ups.  So, since I didn't completely end up covering the ground with myself, I'm not counting that as a fall.  My record still holds strong for the time being.

It still looks like Narnia, although the sun today was blinding.  It's supposed to snow again tomorrow and the day after that and pretty much for the next week or so.  Not sure if I'll ever get comfortable walking on ice.

The other day Catherine set up an appointment with a Realtor for us to see the inside of the house.  It took us forever to dig out Kayla's car from the foot-and-some snow/ice barrier that the plowers created while plowing the road.  Luckily a guy from the neighboring frat helped us out and we were able to get to the house on time.  It's a lot taller on the inside than I expected it to be; the walls must be nine or ten feet tall, at the least.  If we do end up getting the house I'll post some photos of the move in.  The two bedrooms on the main floor are pretty tiny and the one in the basement has low ceilings, but the house in general feels very comfortable to be in.  It's very quaint and I hope we do get it.

Snow, Feelings, and Tea.

So today was another snowy day in Moscow, ID.  The storm had finally passed last night, letting the sun creep through the sky for bit during the day.  Now, instead of snow falling from the sky, we have snow falling from the remaining tree limbs that were strong enough to stay attached to their trunks and from the sloped rooftops of the college buildings.  It looks a lot like Narnia, really.  Makes me want to reread that first story with a cup of hot tea.

All of the cars are covered in a foot of snow; several of them are having a hard time removing themselves from their parked position, from what I can hear through my window facing the street.  So much snow.  And so hard to walk on!  I've never in my life experienced this much snow and ice before, let alone had to walk across long distances of slippery ice.  Although I have slipped many a time since the snow began falling on this small town, I have yet to actually fall, which I am quite proud of. 

I finally finished The Fault in Our Stars, a brilliant book by John Green, and it has put me in the mood to cry and be sad, but not in an everything-in-this-world-sucks-and-no-one-knows-the-pain-and-sorrow-I'm-going-through sadness, but more of an I-appreciate-my-life-so-much-more-and-if-I-cry-I'll-feel-better-and-rejuvenated kind of sadness.  Of course, since it's so hard for me to produce tears, I'll just have to resort to making a hot cup of tea, eat chocolate, and re-watch the latest BBC Sherlock episode, The Reichenbach Fall, which will of course make me want to cry even more, but at least I'll feel a little better.

I ordered volume one of the Sherlock Holmes stories yesterday so hopefully in a few days time I'll be able to continue fueling my newest obsession.

My good friend, Catherine, is looking to buy a house here in Moscow by the campus and hopefully it will turn into a real thing.  My roommate and I would be living with her in the house as well.  Last week or so ago Catherine and I, along with two of our friends, went to see the house; it's a bright pale pink with dark purple trim.  I've taken the liberty to dubbing it The Minnie Mouse House.  I've already so many ideas as to what to do with the place.  It was built in 1924 and what I can tell from the interior photos, everything just looks perfect.  I really love living in the dorms and the people here are pretty amazing and all, but it would be nice to live in a "home" rather than a "place" if that makes any sense.