Actually, I've come to my senses. I now wear socks. But only because my old skates gave way and I got new ones. And I thought, why not fit them with socks on?
Bare feet came as a kid. Not sure why. Just always got into my skates without socks. Plenty warm. But... this incident kind of was the tipping point for my decision that, if I got into a jam, my old guy feet could be a lot warmer if ...
thanks so much Douglas for all your comments and support of my work.
That was a nerve-janglingly crazy moment. As I told another reader, it was frightening for me. I really knew that I was in trouble, or at least very close to being in trouble. It made me feel my age and feel my bullheaded stupidity. But it was also very satisfying to make it back across, to walk home, to sit beside a wood stove and realize I’d done alright.
And, SINCE letting spellcheck rule our meanings
Well told Geoff. We’ve become a world of wimps zinc Jack wrote.
Brrr. I can feel the bitter cold and wind and excruciating pain just reading it. But the socks!
Very Jack Londonish. A good short story. Those more recent events when you have ralized all was good after-all, are keepers.
Exciting story and even better to hear you read it!
thanks. was an interesting outing for sure.
And your hip? And frozen fingers? All well I hope.
woahh. Like it! Good story, scary, just a bit, but exciting. No, we are not too old for this sh++ Hey, why no socks???
Actually, I've come to my senses. I now wear socks. But only because my old skates gave way and I got new ones. And I thought, why not fit them with socks on?
Bare feet came as a kid. Not sure why. Just always got into my skates without socks. Plenty warm. But... this incident kind of was the tipping point for my decision that, if I got into a jam, my old guy feet could be a lot warmer if ...
haha! ok. got it. OK, take those socks. Sounds better.
Just love this story Geoffrey. I was holding my breath until you got back. Good ending.
So nerve-janglingly crazy. My heart was in my mouth for the whole of the story after the fall!!!
thanks so much Douglas for all your comments and support of my work.
That was a nerve-janglingly crazy moment. As I told another reader, it was frightening for me. I really knew that I was in trouble, or at least very close to being in trouble. It made me feel my age and feel my bullheaded stupidity. But it was also very satisfying to make it back across, to walk home, to sit beside a wood stove and realize I’d done alright.