When you start out the day by pouring water in your shoe in frozen 28 degree weather, you really should stop the world and change your sock. But did I do that? Of course not. Socks should dry. Surely there is a physics rule somewhere in the wet sock world. A wet sock is to change into a dry sock while still on a foot. Is that too much to ask of physics? Obviously it was.
I fed the horses this morning wearing my tennis shoes. It was 61 degrees here yesterday. I woke up this morning to discover the outdoor world was a frosty 28 degrees. I sulked. I sulk in my recliner. I worked on updating my PR world. I had the TV running and the web site a whizzing. Words were flowing. I was warm and happy. I even forgot to eat. That doesn’t often happen.
Ten o’clock happened. Chair guilt accelerated. I thought it too cold to consider going on the dog and human walk around the turf farm ponds. Instead, I put on my AnyTime Fitness clothes: T-shirt, stretch thin Capri pants and tennis shoes. My tennis shoes are so old the outer color is starting to come off. They are pinkish with mesh toes. These tennis shoes allow your feet to breathe!
I put on my heaviest and warmest fleece pull-over shirt, topped that with a zippered fleece jacket and then put my medium weight sexy jacket on over that. I”m ready for 20 below above the waist and about 60 degrees (above) below the waist. Off the dogs and I went into the cold world. There was a slight wind which made me realize that a walk would freeze my body parts. My body parts hate that.
We walked out to the barn and found the horses hanging around the round bale crunching hay. I counted six healthy horses and fed them their horse feed. I knew it was supposed to snow today, so I decided to catch the crippled Goldie and put her in the yard where she could have access to the warm barn, grassy yard and the good life. Goldie saw me coming and limped away, trying to tell me of her disdain for being shut away from the other horses. She loves being with the herd. Goldie is tough. I gave her the choice and gave up the chase.
As I was filling up a water bucket, the hose slipped and I watered my shoe instead of the bucket. ARGH! Immediately, I could feel my sock wanting to freeze. If I had the slightest desire to go on a walk, the freezing sock dashed that idea! I let the dogs into the house and took off for Anytime Fitness.
Anytime Fitness was glad to see me. I’m not in the category of what the Biggest Losers look like, but am still physically pathetic unfit looking. Off I hop onto my private elliptical trainer, I get myself plugged into the TV, my Quickstart started, my weight and age programmed in. The machine should be able to blow the siren if my heart beat goes into stroke condition. In my 30 minute moving parts plus weight machine workout, my sock did not bother my foot at all. We all forgot about the sock.
Earlier, Terry and I had talked about going to the movie today. I discovered the movie was about half hour from starting. I called Terry. I had him get his coat on and get into the car. I slid into the home base garage, and changed cars. Off we went to the movie in Harrisonville, a mere 15 mile journey
On the journey to the movie theatre, my left foot reminded me that the silly sock had not yet dried and my left foot was feeling a cold numbness coming on. We made it into the movie theatre with the other 4 people in the theater. There was no one that could see me take my shoe off and then my sock. I warmed up my numb left foot with my hands. It’s a good thing movie theaters are dark places.
We came out of the theatre shocked to see snow on the ground. Good Gad! It turned into winter outside while we were inside warming up my sock-less foot. Remember, I am now wearing a mesh tennis shoe missing a protective layer of sock. The wet sock is nestled snuggly in my fleece pull-over. It did fall out of my coat as I exited the movie. Thank goodness all 4 people had already left the movie and didn’t get to see it lying wetly on the movie carpet. My left foot froze again as it slowly made the way to the car. The spouse was feeling shaky and we had a slow and snowy wet walk to the car.
I drove home in nearly a blinding blizzard. Oh wait, it wasn’t exactly a blinding blizzard, it was ice covered frozen wiper blade that restricted my vision to about 2 square inches. The spouse discovered that the heat was on luke warm, rather than ice melting hot. With the help of constant wiper fluid and amazing driving skill and finally enough heat to melt the windshield ice, we made it home sweet home. It became so hot in the car with the heat on full bore heat, that my frozen foot got warm. I was able to walk into the house on two unfrozen feet.
I got dry socks on and put on my Muck Boots. I went out to deal with the snow covered horses lounging around the barn yard. None of them were standing inside the shed or barn stalls. I put the feed out and decided it was safe for me to go out and rescue Goldie. I led her into the hay part of the barn. I was throwing more hay to the horses. I left the stall door open. I looked up and here was Goldie escaped from the nice warm barn, full of unlimited hay for her to eat. Out in the snow she was. I threw her some hay flakes and left the herd to deal with the weather.
I took myself into the house and gradually collapsed into my recliner. I watched the Colts play the Ravens football game in Denver. Those fans were outside watching a football game in 10 degree weather. The coaches faces were frozen red. The game went into two overtimes…the 2nd longest game in post season. Even with battery powered heated socks, I bet those fans’ feet were glazed in ice. Good Gad, what a day!