It looks so pretty

A beautiful winter storm cancelled school today, on the last day of finals. We are hoping that the older boy can make up his test after our vacation which would be three days after school resumes. Otherwise all of our plans for the next two weeks have to change. I woke up at about 4:30 this morning to check the school closings and upon finding our school closed and not being able to fall asleep, I went outside to clear off the driveway.

It was a good decision since there was already 4 inches of snow. When I got it cleaned off, my neighbor came over (having just finished his) and suggested a snowmobile ride. I grabbed my helmet and off we went. I hopped on his old sled, the one he was selling to a friend of his today, he got on the new one and we headed into the farm fields. I was running low on gas so we decided to leave the neighborhood and go across town for a fill up.

The riding was awesome with the snow falling and no other sleds around. We filled up the gas tank and turned back toward home. After climbing the hill into the neighborhood we were about 300 yards from home when I bought a snowmobile. I was riding in the ditch and came out over a driveway when the sled took a hard right and slammed head on into a tree. I had just enough time to push back from the sled so my legs wouldn't get caught under the front as I flew over the handlebars. I don't think we have Giant Redwoods on our street but that's what it looked like right before I hit it.

After I launched over the sled, pushing to the left so I wouldn't hit the tree and my right hand caught on the throttle revving the sled. I managed to get untangled and realized my left had hurt very badly. My partner had circled back around to check on me and I said I thought I sprained my wrist but when the nausea washed over me and I had to take a knee, I knew I broke something.

My friend loaded me onto his sled and took me home, then he went back to pull the sled off the tree before taking me to the ER. I broke a bone in my wrist and they sent me home with a splint, a tub of vicodin and six weeks to heal. I went over to the neighbors to look at my new sled and the skis are pointing out to the sides, one of them all the way around and the front end is smashed up. It's not really what I wanted for Christmas and I feel bad for the guy who was supposed to pick it up this morning. If anybody wants to buy a sled, I have one, it pulls to the right a bit though.

So even though the snow last night has put a damper on my next few week (I have 70 cinnamon roll Christmas trees to bake on Monday) I'm still happy to have it. If it's going to be cold around here we might as well have snow. Besides, it looks so pretty.