The ice storm that hit Kentucky this week has had a big impact on my little world.
Tuesday, UK canceled classes starting before 11 a.m. and then later canceled classes starting after 3:30 p.m. I had to go to the law building for my Property class but Constitutional 1 was called off so I came back to the apartment. School should have been called off completely. The sidewalks were sheets of ice on the way back. I lost count of how many people I either heard say they had fallen or that I saw with my own eyes.
Wednesday the university was closed.
Today classes before 11 were canceled again.
Here’s some of the photos I took on the way to school this morning. (They’re from my new point-and-shoot, and they haven’t been toned. My hands are tired, you’ll see why further down, so bear with me.)
When I got in this afternoon, the wind wasn’t blowing so it didn’t feel that bad out and I didn’t have anything better to do for a while so I had the brilliant idea to remove the ice from my car.
I bundled back up and ventured back outside. I stood looking at my car and suddenly my dilemma became clear. I had a layer of ice ranging from a quarter of an inch to a little over an inch covering the entire vehicle and I remembered that I had never gotten around to buying an ice scraper.
My brain went into overdrive trying to think of something I might have that could be an improvised scraper. And then I thought, “I’m a black belt. I’ve broken concrete before. I should be able to handle ice.”
Not my finest moment. Or at least it shouldn’t have been.
I started on the thin ice around the door. My plan was to break enough to get the doors open so I could turn the defrost on the windshield and the back glass on.
Two hours and probably several hundred palm heel strikes later the only ice left on my car was what I couldn’t break up on top of the trunk.
I had done it. And no bruises on my hand I might add.
#1 on my to do list now… buy an ice scraper.
Have fun!
