Okay, now it’s personal. I’ve fallen: I’ve fallen in love, fallen for silly practical jokes, fallen off bandwagons when my team didn’t measure up, even fallen from grace. But for the last few days I’ve been just plain falling.
It all started last week when we had a significant snowfall with a forecast for rain the next day. Sure enough the snow fell, then the rain arrived turning the city into a lagoon. Schools closed as driving was deemed dangerous. (Ironically the hope for a quiet day that would allow clean-up to proceed was dashed when many workers who would have been doing the cleaning called in sick because they had to stay home with their children as the schools were closed!)
Not surprisingly for January, the next day the temperatures plummeted and everything froze.
Last Friday evening I was strolling along a sidewalk in the Cote des Neiges area when my feet decided they were going to go in a different direction, and I went arse over kettle. No damage done other than to my pride.
Then last Tuesday while downtown there was a gas main rupture that closed off several streets. I was walking through a lane when I once again encountered sheer ice underfoot and, like they say in NASCAR racing, I got sideways, and before I knew it I was on the ground.
Finally on Wednesday I once again found myself trying to get up from an ice-coated sidewalk. Three tumbles in less than a week. All because of poor, or no sidewalk maintenance. But I was lucky. I did myself no harm. Others were not so fortunate as the overcrowding of hospital emergency rooms testifies. Some were operating at 170%
I’ve put the boots aside and turned to trusty running shoes until something is done about the poor state of Montreal sidewalks this long after a snowfall.