While a large chunk of the country gets snow, we get wind. I don’t mind. It made for some stunning skies this morning.

The fact that I managed to raise my camera in front of me to take these pictures is something of an accomplishment. The last few days I have been paying the price for a stunt that was no end of fun at the time. I was jumping on the trampoline with the boy. We were yukking it up; couldn’t imagine how this laugh riot could get any more fun. Then we had the brilliant idea to add our collection of those really big exercise balls. It was like we were in an oversize version of the Chuck E. Cheese ball pit, without the smell of pee and the threat of pinkeye.

I don’t quite know what happened next. I just know I was flying through the air like a rag doll, ass over teakettle, in a way that was at best undignified, and at worst, potentially fatal. I only wish someone had been filming it. The panicked look on my kid’s face told me it had been spectacular.  I seemed to have gotten off scott free, felt a little like a bobble head for a few days, but other than that, no real damage. Then a few nights later I had to wake up the husband and have him lift my head off the pillow. I seem to have whiplashed myself.

You don’t realize how many of life’s activities require you to look down until your head won’t go that way. Chanukkah gift-wrapping this year will be slap-dash at  best.

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