Its has been a quite afternoon. I went out for a walk in the neighborhood, much to the objection of the wife, "What if you fall?" (I've had these legs for 40 years and have only fallen once or twice) "What if you can't get back up the hill?" (You can toss me a rope and drag my frozen butt back up the hill). The neighborhood was silent, dead silence only the sounds of the birds and the pine tree limbs cracking under the weight from the ice on their branches. I found a set of bicycle tracks in the ice/slush/snow???? running down the road . I followed the tracks for a quarter mile or so until they ended in a big pile of ice/slush/snow???? filled branches. It looks like someone didn't listen to their Mom or wife. I made it back to the house to find "H" in the backyard playing, so as my father did to me 30+ years ago, I plotted an snowball ambush. I formed 2 nicely packed ice/slush/snow???? projectiles and snuck around the back of the house.
I was in my best crouched Rambo style pose when I realized that my projectiles were packed so tightly that I was holding (2) 8 ounce rock hard ice cubes. Since I wasn't looking to knock my kid out cold I threw both of the ice cubes at a nearby squirrel and missed.
