About a month ago, I was crossing a relatively busy street near my home after dark. The corner wasn't signal controlled but I felt reasonably secure crossing it, keeping my gaze looking towards on-coming traffic. Afterwards, I reasoned that given my relatively slow pace, I should improve my visibility to drivers by digging out my bag of reflective tape and using it on my crutches.
I didn't do so right away for the usual reasons of sloth and the lack of a pressing need. However, a few days later, Louise or Thomas posted a picture of their daughter Tessa going out trick-or-treating dressed in a largely black witch outfit. She was carrying a very traditional looking broomstick with a non-traditional lit-up, high visibility reflective strap attached to it. I commented favourably about that. Thomas, in his wonderful way, replied "It's a government requirement when flying in restricted airspace." I had very good chuckle over that.
The picture also spurred me to actually find the bag of reflective tape and get to work on my crutches. I probably overdid it, but I have done worse things in my life.
Cut to this Monday, when the forecast for Tuesday included freezing rain in the morning. As I had an appointment with my GP to discuss and renew various prescriptions on Tuesday morning, I decided I would take steps to reduce my chances of a fall. On the way home, I went to a pharmacy where I bought flip down spikes for for my crutches. I like to think that my crutches are now ready for winter.
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