ode to winter follies

the mountains stand proud, craggy, white against the sky's blue/black/grey. but sometimes they hide, cacooned in fluffiness.
the valleys in shade lie deep beneath frosty blankets that won't thaw till the equinox
the valleys with light shine, reflect the sun back, blind the inhabitants with the brilliance of the snow.

boys and girls, it's 2 hat cold out, thermals and special grippy boots. nothing less.

and here're the follies:
our poor naked bodies: hairless: we're not meant to be hanging out in alpine snowiness! we're tropical babies (ok, so maybe that's just me)
we're certainly not meant to be strapping things to our feet and descending said mountains at break-neck(wrist) speed.

dear readers, i broke my wrist snowboarding.
i didn't need helicoptering off the mountain, luckily.
i didn't suffer any amputations.
but i do have my arm in resin for a month.
i said a little more than just bugger. (it's amazing how easy it is to swear when everyone else around you is speaking another language: it's like your words float freely, harming no ears, transmitted directly to the god of accidents who takes it as a compliment of a job well done.)

so here's a list of things i can still do, easily with one hand:
drink.
um, hold on, i'm thinking.
oh, yeah: clean my teeth (although the toothpaste onto toothbrush thing is a bit hard. i have a technique now but whilst developing this technique one brush was lost to toilet...)
um, i think that's it!

and so everything else falls onto either the can-do-with-difficulties list or slips onto the need-assistance list.

winter sports eh?
as one of my wise friends told me we are definately meant to propped up under umbrellas on tropical beaches sipping coctails!


hope you lot are keeping safe and warm!!!
xxxxx
b