I had an appointment to get snow tires put on the Prius first thing this morning.
That was pretty timely since we had some snow last night. The roads were clear, but my driveway is a sheet of ice. It is good that it is a flat driveway so I did not have trouble getting out. I did slip and slide later, walking out to the mail box, but I did not fall down.
One winter day when I was in high school, the school parking lot and side walks were terribly icy. I had gotten by car and was walking toward the school's front door with an armload of books (Backpacks were for military hikes back then, I guess. I only remember carrying books in my arms right through college.) I made it from the parking lot, across the driveway, and I was just stepping up onto the walkway. As I stepped, I slid. Somehow in the disjointed dance I performed in trying to maintain my balance, I did a rather inelegant flip and landed on my rump with books raining down upon me. My immediate reaction was relief. A bus had just unloaded and all the students had gotten inside. Maybe nobody saw my accident. I heard a whoop, though, and looked up at the library window from where a classmate had been observing the whole show. I am glad he was not taking pictures for the yearbook that day.
So not falling on the ice today was a good thing.