You and George and I all fall down a lot more than our mothers do. I wonder if my kids have discussed trying to take away my bike and my trail running shoes. I do know that my mother has tried to reason with me to be more careful because if I get seriously hurt I won't be able to take care of her. Unfortunately, sometimes I just won't listen to reason.
Well my son gave me the lecture during our August visit to the effect that he was a long way away and wouldn't be able to take care of us when we get to be in Gram's condition. So we should think about relocating somewhere closer to them. While SLC is great for skiing, we're not too sure about the rest of the package. And smiled to the effect that it was nice of him to think of us.
I does seem that if I'm the one falling down 22 times in one day, and that's on a self-proclaimed good day, then it's my running shoes that should be taken away.
Not having kids, the plan has to be to keep Gail going long enough to take care of me until I'm ready to be locked away. I've always figured/hoped I'll know when that time has come. But maybe that's not how the aging mind works.
No offence to either of you, but I think Gail is going to be hoping you fall down and don't get up. For myself, that would be ideal.