There be ice on them there sidewalks!

The other night walking down an unfamiliar hill, that was quite slippery, the path was illuminated by the moonlight on the snow, quite beautiful but scary. I don’t want to fall! I recited a familiar bible verses [Psalm 94:18 When I said, "My foot is slipping," your love, O LORD, supported me. AND Psalm 121:3 He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber] but I believe it really doesn’t apply to icy walkway. lol
Now there is still snow on the ground but it isn’t pristine white anymore. It has thawed and refrozen several times and has now been compacted by many people walking on it. It is quite the challenge to walk around. It is hard to know just where the icy patches are located. Well, today was a victory of sorts because I can say that I walked without falling to and from work, “YEAH!”…..but some others weren’t as lucky. If someone falls upon the ground now they not only get wet with the snow but add dirt and sand in the mix. This morning, while on a marshrouteka, someone who had fallen brushed up against me. It was dark, so I didn’t notice because bumping into someone is a normal occurrence. Then I sat in a seat where someone who had fallen earlier sat and my bottom got both wet and dirty from the snow that was left behind. I looked a sight coming into work. Wiping my pants with a damp cloth just smeared some of the dirt. I am glad I work behind a desk, most of the time, so my soiled trousers were hidden.
My pants are now in the washer to get a thorough washing while I type this blog.
Yesterday I discovered after I left the building that I hadn’t put enough change in my pocket to cover the transportation cost home from work. I knew I had enough for a bus ride and one metro token but then it would be a walk home. Some buses don’t have a conductor aboard to collect the money and some bus drivers don’t want to deal with the driving and collecting money. (This is unlike marshrouteka drivers who drive, collect money, make change, talk on a cell phone, have a radio blaring and listen to where the passengers want off.) Because of this fact, I had kept my 50 kopecks (a dime) to pay the conductor on the bus after the metro ride to complete my journey home. I was what they call “a rabbit” because I rode without paying. It is sad to think that I didn’t have 2 nickels to rub together!
And so the saga of my getting to and from work shall continue for a couple more days and then Christmas Break will begin! Yahoo.