… is a winding road, isn’t it?

Who would have thought that Sheryl Crow would have been so right.

In my case everyday is a slippery winding road…

Backtrack a bit

Yesterday that road was lightly dusted with snow. The dog freaked out during her morning walk, running back and forth in the less-than-an-inch dusting we got here in Suji. Meanwhile, I struggled not to slip and fall during my afternoon walk to the bus stop. And then again walking up and down the Myeongdong Cathedral hill and then the next one up to the station in Jung-gu.

Show went off without a hitch and based on the previous day’s experience with the subway, I headed for the bus stop.

Took the express bus toward home and then on to our favorite BBQ joint which was bought out for the evening. Major bummer.

Today I got into the city a little earlier as snow was expected. As I was sipping my Americano at a windowside table at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in Myeongdong (a place I choose more for this amazing view of the shopping street below), the white stuff began in earnest.

And as I had predicted a few months ago, the hill toward the radio station got me. At one point while walking up, I lost my footing a little (boot slipped) and knew that it was inevitable. I was gonna drop. I tried fruitlessly to adjust my feet but it was too late. I was all Paul Simon. I vaguely remember my school science: The road had warmed the dusting that had fallen maybe thirty minutes before and then when more snow fell, it froze up quite nicely.

I landed on my left side soaking my jeans but barely making it thru the ‘military-grade, fleece-lined’ thermals I had on underneath. In truth I’m sure my pride and ego was more bruised than any part of my body but I’ll know tomorrow for sure.

I told the barista at the in-house coffee shop at the station and after I confirmed I was okay, she chuckled. I told her we were thru and that I wanted a divorce.

On the bright side, Rooney seemed to love the snow on her afternoon walk.