You know all the bad mouthing I did about rocks, stones, gravel earlier in the year? Stumbling over large rocks, slipping and sliding through gravel? Muttering about risking ankle fracture every time I took a walk?

Forget it. Every last word. There are worse things than rocks.

Not having rocks.

The areas around the Bhuts are rocks and stones. The snow piles up, the water is below. When the snow builds up enough, it packs between the rocks. You can walk between the buildings without sinking into puddles up to your ankles. Wearing sports shoes is not complete suicide.

Not so on the main streets and roads. Those that are paved actually seem the worst. I don’t know what idiot graded them so that they are lower in the center and filled with potholes, but there you are. Walking through a field of landmines might be extremely deadly, but it has to be no less challenging than trying to get along the road from my BHut to Disney without becoming cold, wet and even more crabby.

In case you hadn’t figured it out, the rain continued and then early this morning turned into wet snow. For a while it was even too wet for snowballs, but that has changed. Now there are lakes, puddles, slush and hidden sink holes just waiting to soak your boots.

Don’t I sound like the typical military? When it is dry, I would rather have some rain. When it is wet, I long for the dust and sun. In any case, I am glad I have a lot of socks.

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4 Responses to Rocks

  1. Alison says:

    A new spin on socks that rock.

  2. Berg says:

    …and if in the Air Force, will complain when the cable goes out…LOL

  3. Cat says:

    So how many pairs of socks do you wear at once?

  4. Angeluna says:

    As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for.

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