Tuesday, May 2, 2017

No,No, No...I Don't Need That!

The Granny Stool
We were getting ready to take a day trip to the coast to dig razor clams. My son-in-law drives a Land Rover that sits off the ground more that seems necessary and it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to hoist myself up into the back seat. I get in on the left hand side of the truck because my right knee is wounded. I am telling you this but please don't pass it on because I don't want to let everyone know.

I got myself into the car and we started off...or I thought we were starting off when I found the truck returning to my daughter's house. She had forgotten her Fitbit watch. It really is always something! And it was around 7 in the morning.

We drove into their driveway, my daughter rushed into the house and my son-in-law disappeared around the side of the house.

Where is he going? I asked my husband. The words had not let my mouth before he returned to the car carrying a stool...a blue plastic Granny Stool. Oh my gosh just shoot me now!

NONONO NO! I moaned. Please tell me they haven't gotten a Granny Stool. I don't WANT a granny stool so I can get in the car. No!

I covered my face and began rocking back and forth as though a great tragedy had beset my life.

Darn, darn, darn. I hate begin wounded. I do like being a "granny" but not if that means I need a stool. Darn.

But, as it turns out, I am not proud. I used the stool with as much grace and dignity as I could muster. I am just hoping that this is not a trend. Oh dear God, please don't let this be a trend!



  1. I can relate to your drama around your granny stool. One of my sons has a truck I could not get into, unless I had a granny stool.

    1. Oh my gosh...I am so glad to have you say that! I often wonder if I am the only one..

  2. The good side? They noticed and are helping you to take good care of yourself. :)

  3. I feel your pain. We recently used Uber a lot when we were in New Orleans. A few times, we were picked up in large vehicles that I honestly thought I would never heft myself into. Then, there was the worry of how I would get out again. It convinced me that I need to get myself a bit more fit if I intend to travel in the future.

    1. Getting fit does help a lot! As for getting out...gravity sorta takes care of that. :)


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