My phone told me this morning that there would be snow arriving Christmas Eve … or, Christmas Day. Reading that notice, I knew I’d need to find some kind of traction for my festive red leather boots.
I barely avoided a fall on my padded keister, a few days ago, when I stopped at Baker’s Corner before heading over the hill to Castle Rock. Though I’m a bit ‘fluffy’ – I’m not padded enough to avoid serious injury if I take a fall at my age; and it would have been painfully embarrassing, too (no pun intended).
I needed to go on the hunt for traction.
And, I figured if I’m out and about … a walk around the Lake would be prudent too: especially if that forecasted snow actually decides to make an appearance.
I wore my hiking boots today, so traction was not an issue this afternoon 😉
The walk around the Lake was enjoyable – and decked out in festive ornamentation along the hiking route: at night, Lion's Island puts on a brightly lit light display ... but, I avoid night driving, now ☹
My holiday mood, in the city, is gaining traction 😊
After my 4-mile hike, I added another mile of steps to find something slip-proof to put on the soles of my red leather boots; the slippery scare had more to do with wet/oily pavement … but with ice and snow on the breeze this weekend, I want to make sure I won’t be taking a tumble in the foreseeable future 😉
And because I didn’t want to go home and wash my sweaty hair before shopping, the stores were just going to have to take me as I was: it was 37-degrees outside – but the humidity was 86%. I needed the coat with the hood I was wearing to deal with the temperature/ward off an ear-ache due to breezes getting past my inner ear flap and causing pressure pain … but all that trapped heat inside my coat, as I walked, made me sweaty. And my hair looked like I’d brushed it with oil.
I had said – and posted – earlier this year, that “nothing could entice me to ever shop at Fred Meyers again” after they locked my bank account over a fueling dispute (their fault): but, Fred Meyers was the only store that had anything for the soles.
I wasn’t happy about that, but in considering they were my only choice, my mind asked if my pride was more important than saving my bacon; the need to save my bacon won the inner argument 😉
So, I found the skid-proof apparatuses at Freddies … but, I drove across the street to Safeway to fill the gas tank 😊