My dear friend fell the other day, in a most mundane accident in her home. Proof that my having stairs every which way is not really the threat, it's my age, equilibrium and eyesight. My friend looks like a truck ran over her, but fortunately, it's all superficial and will heal, albeit colorfully. And her ancient aunt fell last week and lay on the floor 24 hours before she was found, taken to the hospital and then released, as she demanded to go back to her solitary home. Falling is our fate, but my friend's genetics mean they can be brought down, but not out! A tough tribe!
I'm being hyper-careful about footwear and watching where I step, because of babysitting a four month old. I only have about five steps to the street from my son's house, but yesterday I took the stroller down first, came back and retrieved the baby, then locked him in securely. Everything I do with him is cautiously undertaken. He's rolling over both ways, arching and pushing forward, so quite the gymnast.
The baby's fragile, I feel fragile, my friends are fragile. Everything must be handled with care. Priority mail as well.
Speaking of Priority Mail, keep an eye out for something coming your way!
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