Oh, SNAP!

Actually, it was more of a riiiiiip. My son couldn't get his car up our steep hill because we've had about 6 or more inches of snow in 3 hours. (He'd been in Denver.) After brushing off a thick, heavy layer of snow off the car, I took Ken's Edge to try to help him out. (Ken's car was behind my Journey in the garage.) Two young men in a Jeep slid into me on the way down the hill. Just a gentle bump, I doubt if there's any mark on our car. They stopped to check on me and said they'd be back in an hour if we were still stuck. I turned around and parked up hill from Kendall's car, walked down to his. Fell on my butt once. Got up, fell again and my leg doubled under me and I felt a ripping in my knee. Told Kendall - "OK, it's time to call Dad. Call Kisa and have her wake him up!"

I backed Kendall's car down the hill and turned around. Down at the intersection where we turn, there's a parking area for a trail, so I parked his car there and Ken and Kendall picked me up in the Edge. The Edge had no problem whatsoever getting up the hill. Not a single spin of the wheels. I could not believe how much snow had fallen since Ken and I got back home from ballroom dance lessons. Snow had barely started accumulating at 8:30!

Tomorrow morning Kisa has a doctor's app't at 10:45. I have a feeling a trip to the ER will be on my schedule. I'm icing my knee, but I can tell it's not going to be good. Kendall has no desire to drive in snow again and Kisa hasn't felt up to driving much either so we'll have to see what works out. I'm supposed to be scrapbooking all day (and all weekend.) WAAAH!