February Farm Diary: Day 3

 "Uphold my steps in Your paths, that my footsteps may not slip." A prayer of David from Psalm 17:5

This verse gave me pause as I was reading this morning.  If ever there was a time to pray that our footsteps not slip, this is it, I mused.  

Now, I'm pretty sure David was speaking figuratively, not literally.  But I'm claiming his prayer both ways! 

I've never heard of sa' much slippin' and slidin'--and fallin'!!  

The ground has been covered with this "snowcrete" for almost two weeks now, and it's still flat-out treacherous outside, no pun intended.  

Early in the snowstorm, my hubby and his coworkers were having trouble standing up as they dragged hoses from propane trucks to customers' tanks.  So their bosses bought them some cleats that slip on over their boots.  

Robin couldn't stop raving about the difference they made, and he ordered a few pairs from a bigbox.com.

After they arrived (poor delivery guy got stuck in our driveway when he brought them) and I had a chance to try them, I was raving about the cleats too.  My steps once again felt secure on the snow and ice. 

But then I fell in the floor by the door!  My legs splayed out like a newborn filly's and I landed in a heap, my knees bent at unnatural angles.  

Fair warning: Ice cleats are for outside, not for smooth floors.  Inside, they become as slippery as, well, walking on ice.

I learned my lesson though, and I warned everyone that we'd gifted cleats to that they'd better take them off by the door.  

In a couple of days, three of the four pairs of our new cleats had broken.  One of my brothers had fallen (again) and hit the ground hard.  

What's a person to do?  Pray Psalm 17 and wait for warm weather, I reckon.  

And shop for better cleats!  They are/can be a game changer!