Monday Morning Misadventure

First, for any close family, friends or followers, let me begin by saying that neither of us were hurt in this misadventure.

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I am a New England girl and have lived in Pennsylvania for almost thirty-five years. I like snow. I don’t ski or sled or participate in any winter sports, but I like the look as the snow drapes trees, and hugs branches. The different types of snow, the crystal that glimmers in the snow at night, are picture perfect. In general, I am not afraid to drive in or walk on snow, and I would much prefer an accumulation of snow to any amount of freezing rain.

It is winter in Pennsylvania. A little over a month ago we had the largest snow accumulation in recent years, a whopping 31 inches in our yard. That snowfall has been followed by cold temperatures, freezing temperatures.

May be an image of snow
December Snow (There’s a truck under there somewhere!)

At first I worried that it would warm up fast and all that snow would melt and cause flooding. It did a little bit, but I needn’t have worried. While patches of grass have been visible, a good amount of December’s snow still lingers on the ground.

So, to the misadventure this morning. Sheba was supposed to have surgery and was to be at the Veterinary Hospital between 7:30 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. The hospital is about a 45 minute drive in good weather.

It started snowing here yesterday morning, and we are in a belt that was anticipated to get 8 to 12 inches of snow over a 3 day period, with the warning that in some locations it might snow 2 inches an hour. Because of the forecast, Roger suggested that I take the truck to take Sheba to the Vet.

His truck is an F-150, a good size truck and I have avoided driving it, in the almost three years he has owned it. But, when you are right, you are right, and planning to drive the truck was a sensible idea. He gave me a practice run yesterday and last minute instructions this morning, in case I needed to put it into Four Wheel Drive.

I took the key fob and confidently went outside to start cleaning off the truck. It had snowed about four inches during the night. I started with the passenger side and got as much snow from the door, roof, cab and front of the truck as I could, figuring that the snow laying on top of the bed cover would be okay.

I got the front of the truck, and cleaned off the headlights and the hood, and carefully moved to the driver’s side of the truck, I got started on that, maybe one quarter done and woops, ended up on my seat, on a bank of snow between our driveway and the neighbors.

Here, I should remind you that I am 70 and not the least bit agile or athletic. I had a hip replacement way back in 2004 and a knee replacement in 2017. The joints that haven’t been replaced yet, are not great.

Kneeling, much to my sorrow, hurts. I miss kneeling to pray before giving a sermon. The last time I tried kneeling next to my bed, getting off my knees. well it hurt like the mischief. In the last year I have begun having issues with both of my shoulders. So it is difficult, if not impossible, to get myself up from a fall.

But I had a plan. I could lift my body enough to reach the door handle on the truck. An F-150 ought to be strong enough to help me hoist myself, what the…. The door was not locked. So when I was almost on my feet, albeit at an angle, and the door opened in my hand, back down I slid.

I tried. I did. I tried positioning myself, to possibly get to my knees, but to no avail. I knew it would hurt, but if I could just move, but, no. I tried to use my feet to push my body back far enough that I could leverage something. Have you ever watched a dog slip and slide on a floor? That is all my feet did. Slip and slide. The more I tried to push myself back, or get a foot hold on a flat surface, I slipped down farther under the truck until I was half under the cab.

In that position, I tried to not think of worse case scenarios. Do you know what happens when you try not to do that? You think of them! I consoled myself that no one was in the truck with the engine running. I thought of this, as I glanced at the rear tires.

No one was on the other side of the truck, trying to be helpful by tipping it (Say goodbye life, hello God) I told myself.

Realizing that was getting me nowhere, I decided to lean as far to the right side as I could,and try to open the door all the way. My hope was that with the door open, and to my left, I could find something in the inside door or the floor or the seat, or something that I could hold onto to use to hoist myself up.

At this point, I was grateful that I have lost 45 pounds, knowing I would be that much lighter or easier for someone to help me to my feet.

Now, I normally have my cell phone with me everywhere. EVERYWHERE! But not this morning, I left it on the table in the dining room. But I remembered that I had the truck key, fob, that probably had a panic button.

Do you think I needed a panic button, or something to help me panic? I did not cry, I did not yell, or swear. Well, yelling might have been fruitful, but it was 6:30 a.m. and not a school day. I prayed too, of course. But I had a plan. Roger, I thought was in the living room, I do not know Morse Code, but I reasoned that if I hit the panic button, and let the horn beep several times and stop and repeat the process, he would realize that I was in trouble. It was a good plan

I felt guilty about the plan, he is recovering from COVID, which set his healing from his hip fracture and surgery way back. Could he help me and not get hurt? I hit the panic button, and even though he was inside, I still called him, “Roger, Roger! I need help!”

Did I say that it was snowing and that I was laying in a snow bank, half under the truck? My blue jeans rapidly turning white, and then wet? Finally the porch light came on. I kept calling. When I heard Roger’s voice answer me, I said those awful words, “I’ve fallen and I cant get up!” Being a conscientious writer, I did not say “Help, I’ve …” I did not want to be accused of plagiarism of a long running commercial.

He came out with his cane, thankfully and offered me a hand. Despite recovering from COVID and myriad side-effects, he is strong, and has really good biceps. I knew he could have pulled me up with one hand, but I did not have solid purchase on anything that was going to help me help him help me. So I demurred, and kept trying to reposition myself to make it easier. Finally, he pulled me from behind, he had his arms under mine and lifted and almost, almost, almost! Down we both went into the snow.

That scared me, but wise man that he is, he managed to fall on his back side and avoid his hip. People who don’t know him, would not know this. He is not only a wise man, he is also something from a smart aleck, so let me say, I was grateful when he offered me a hand, it was to try to lift me up, no applause were involved. They could have been, he hates turning down a good opportunity, but discretion was the better part of valor.

The saddest moment to me, came when unable to help me up after our fall, Roger called over to a school employee who was shoveling the walk at the corner. (The school was closed but not to staff). He called and asked for help, but the man apparently did not hear. Then I heard my husband say, “Can you help us, my wife has fallen?” But he did not hear him.

When Roger got up from the snow bank, he repositioned himself and with a good use of physics, I think, grabbed me under the arms once more and pulled. I was trying not to panic, was not sure if I could move, but it worked.

My jeans were soaked through, my fingers hurt, burned from the snow and the cold, but I was on my feet. Sheba did not get her surgery today, but we were able to take a cancellation for Thursday. I got into some dry clothes, took care of Sheba, a short walk and her regular breakfast, and coped with the morning trauma by taking a long winter’s nap.

Roger was my hero this morning, and many other days as well. I am so grateful that he did not get reinjured in any way, and that he was able to help me out of an embarrassing and frustrating position. I am happy that I was not hurt too.

Nothing but my pride.

Not holding back the tide,


Copyright 2021 Michele Somerville, The Beach Girl Chronicles and

Linking up with Esme’s Senior Salon and Everyday Gyann’s #Monday Musings

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About: Michele Somerville is a wife, mother, stepmother, grandmother, sister, aunt, cousin and friend. She lives with her husband and their dog Sheba. Sheba is their fourth rescue dog in 30 years. She is a retired ordained United Methodist Elder and serves two churches part-time in North Central Pennsylvania. She obtained her Bachelors’ Degree in 1999 from Mansfield University and her Master of Divinity in 2004 and Doctor of Ministry in 2016, both from Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School in Rochester, New York. My Doctor of Ministry Thesis was:” Prophetic Words of Grace: Biblical Storytelling in the Local Church.” Michele began writing and performing character monologues for worship in 2008. She began by asking the question about nameless characters in the Bible, “What would they say if they could speak for themselves?” and then using her theological education and experience of the human condition to attempt an answer that is both academic and creative. Much of what you will read here are memories from growing up in a tourist town, in a bar, in the 1960’s, shaggy dog stories about our rescue dogs, life in a small town, and stories of faith and hope. Throughout her life she has lived in many states, including small towns, large towns and cities. She lived in Rota, Spain, for nine challenging months. Despite all the places she have lived since moving away from home in 1970,Michele is at the heart of all things Jack and Maggie’s daughter, and a beach girl from Onset, Massachusetts.

36 thoughts on “Monday Morning Misadventure

  1. First of all, I give you major props for even trying. I love the snow… when I can stay indoors. I would have canceled the appointment 😦 So glad you are fine. How is the pup doing?
    I went to school in Gettysburg, although we now live in Kansas. The internet is global, and yet offers unexpected close connections.


    1. That is so true. Our family, grown children are scattered. I would be lost without FB which is the best chance I have to get the daily doings of pre-school and elementary age children and connect with kids and step kids. One of the kids is in Kansas City, MO, one in Seattle, etc. We were able to get her rescheduled for surgery on Thursday. My husband teased me about saying he is my hero, but I think he secretly liked it. Thanks very much for taking the time to read a nd comment. btw, I would have cancelled too, but I don’t cancel based on forecasts and the snow started Sunday morning, and hasn’t exactly stopped yet! The pup is fine, she doesn’t realize she needs the surgery. It is to remove a growth on her lower eyelid that is pulling the lid down, so glad we were able to jump into a cancelation. Nice to meet you Molly. Michele


  2. Oh, Michele! Roger IS a hero! I am so sorry you had so much trouble in the snow. It must have been very scary. The older I get, the less I like snow, and I never liked it very much to begin with. We got about 4 inches in December when you got 31. It was long gone before this Sunday and Monday, when we got over a foot. Here in Southeastern PA, we do not do well with snow. We do not know how to drive in it. We panic shop. We are not very well equipped to move it out of the way. I love snow while it is snowing but as soon as it stops, I want it all to melt away. I am sending good thoughts and virtual hugs your way and praying for Sheba on Thursday!

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    1. Thank you Laurie, it was scary and embarrassing too, not to be able to get up on my own. I tried to make the story funny, but honest. It is funny, some posts I take days writing and editing and some posts I just plow through and keep writing, which is what I did yesterday. I wanted to tell the story while it was fresh and purposely didn’t use too many pictures. Sheba has a growth on her lower eye lid that has grown so large it is pulling the lid down. Hoping she won’t require any or much reconstruction. We were lucky to get a cancellation because they rescheduled us for the end of March, so I am glad we can get it done on Thursday. Thanks for the prayers for Sheba and the good thoughts and virtual hugs!


  3. A wonderful title, Michele! You are right about freezing rain. Scary. Snow is pretty and fun, unless you have to drive somewhere and be there at a certain hour. Good grief on the slipping and sliding and under the truck. Yet, here you are, Mrs. Positive and still see the silver lining how no one was in the truck and engine running.

    I have to confess, Michele, I did have a small chuckle with “say goodbye life, hello God.” Funny in a not so funny way. Good point about the key fob and panic button. Again, funny, yet not funny “Help, I’ve…”. Bottom line, Roger was and is your hero! He is now mine, too! I stopped breathing reading your story, even when I figured you must be all right, since you are writing this story. I will say it again, Michele, you have a gift with words! xx

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    1. Hi Erica/Erika. Thank you so for your comments, you are so gracious a nd generous with the time you take in reading and reflecting. You inspire me! Sheba had her surgery this afternoon, I was able to get it rescheduled. It was to remove a growth from her eyelid. And she is sporting the proverbial Cone of Shame. She is still under the influnce of the anesthesia and is miserable.She has moved very gingerly, yet came into my office, where I did not think she would fit. She has spent the last hour leaning against my leg, sometimes sitting on my foot and whimpering with this sad, high pitched sound, she is breaking my heart. I think we will all camp out in the living room tonight, at least maybe until the cone is gone. She wont be able to race upstairs. Any thoughts I had of being productive tonight are dashed. But it is okay. Blessings to you, Michele

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      1. Wow, thank you for the update, Michele, about Sheba. I am sorry you had a stressful morning, yet it did make for a good story. Possibly a moment to pause in your life and rest up. Take care.


  4. Glad I could help, laughter was a major legacy and gift from my mother, who taught me the importance of being able to laugh at yourself! Sheba is doing better today, no more whimpering, at least and I assume the drugs are out of her system. Blessings for the day, M


  5. Hi Michele, I’m so glad neither of you were injured. What an ordeal! We’re more likely to have floods than snow here (it never snows in my part of Australia). A fall like that could definitely do some damage. Thank God your husband was there to help


  6. My goodness Michelle. I’m so pleased that neither of you were hurt. Ageing is fun isn’t it. I’m sure you remember the days when you would have bounced. I’m quite clumsy myself these days and nursing a broken arm at the moment so understand how you were feeling.


  7. Wow, Michele, I’m glad you and your husband are not injured. Your writing gave vivid descriptions and living in cold climate, I could relate to your story. I hope Sheba is recovering well from her surgery. Take care. #weekendcoffeeshare

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    1. Thanks very much Natalie. I am glad neither of us was hurt. As well as he is doing recovering from COVID, not sure he is up to taking care of me. Sheba’s surgery was rescheduled to yesterday, last night was a little rough, not dealing well with the “cone of shame’ but we are managing. Thanks for hosting the weekend coffee share, really enjoying the connections! Michele


    1. I don’t mind snow, but there was ice under the snow and that is what I kept sliding on. The snow, however cushioned our fall, so no real aches or pains to speak of. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this post. Michele


    1. Thanks very much. I am especially grateful that my husband wasn’t hurt, just 3 1/2 months after surgery for a broken femur, glad I wasn’t hurt too. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this post. Michele

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  8. I’m so glad your story had a happy ending Michele, but I was worried about you all the while reading your post! Lucky Roger was able to help and that you didn’t panic. Isn’t it funny ho we miss our phone at times like this? I was once locked in a public toilet without my phone and took ages to get help! Visiting from Natalie’s Weekend Coffee Share

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    1. Thanks Debbie, it was quite an adventure. I confess at times when I was stuck in the snow, I began to think about writing the story. One of my parishioners who lives alone gave me a kind lecture this morning and said, NEVER go anywhere without your phone! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. So many posts, so many choices. BOLD blessings to you! Michele

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  9. Michele, so glad you, Roger and Sheba are okay. You did a great job retelling your story and there was so much tension and suspense, I really loved it, even though I was obviously very concerned for your wellbeing.
    It’s also a situation I’ve been in myself, due to my muscle wasting auto-immune disease. It’s terrifying being down on the ground and being unable to get up.
    I had a similar fall back in 2007 when I was home alone with my two kids. Our son was three and our daughter was 15 months and I hit her as I fell and she was screaming, and not just any scream either and I could reach out to her. I was stuck.
    I thought you might appreciate reading this which I’ve already shared a couple of times today:
    Best wishes &God bless,

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    1. Hi Rowena, thanak you so much for your kind comments and for sharing your story. I did read it and can not even imagine what that was like for you. I appreciate your idea of forgiving a thing, an illness that you have no control over. It sounds like you have done a lot of hard work and cling to a joy of living and doing everything you can. The closest I can come to your experience, wasn’t a fall, but a situation where I was desperate for help and my (ex) husband was, well, not helpful. I am glad you have taken to writing, a good way to share our stories. Looking forward to connecting again. And thank you for your good wishes, Blessings, God’s blessing to you as well. Michele


    1. Hi B, nice to meet you and thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this post. I am so glad that you saw laughter and warmth in this post. And thank you too for the good wishes. We are both well, thank you for the good wishes. Michele Laughter is good medicine.


  10. Oh dear, what an adventure. I am so glad that neither of you were seriously hurt! I understand your fear of falling, I have to knee replacements and it is almost impossible to get up using my knees. I tend to avoid going out in the snow if I can help it, and we don’t have that much! In the end, it makes a good story!


  11. Thanks Michele, I confess, while I was stuck in the snow I knew I was going to write about it! I might have been able to get to my knees, although it would have been painful, but there was not enough width between the wall of snow behind me from shoveling and snow blowing and the truck, that I kept sliding under. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on the story. Blessings, Michele


  12. What a story Michele! I can’t even begin to imagine snow like you get – and the consequences that come with it!! Being trapped like that in the freezing cold would have been a nightmare – and thank goodness for your lovely husband (who I didn’t know was recovering from surgery and covid – I hope he’s doing well now). It often takes an incident like that to remind us of our mortality and to be a bit more careful with ourselves – glad you’re safe and sound and I hope you both stay well.

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    1. Thanks Leanne, I marvel at his resilience, aka stubbornness. He has been through a lot the last several months, but is doing fairly well. I think this winter has been unusual in my memory. We had one extremely heavy snow in December 30+ iniches. I was worried about flooding when it all melted. It melted a bit, but stayed cold and has snowed on tope of snow. A little melts and it snows again. I think we are expecting 4-7 inches of snow tomorrow. This past week, the temperatures have just been single digits to teens. When it gets to25 I start singing “We’re having a heat wave, a tropical heatwave!.” Thanks for taking the time tor ead and comment on this post.


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