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the patio. Butterfly chairs, I think they're called. I took them out, opened them up, stretched the covers on them, and they looked great. I thought, I'll just try one out to see if it's comfortable. So I sat down. It was comfortable. Then I tried to get up. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No progress. I thought to myself, my husband will come home and find a skeleton sitting in a new chair on the patio. No neighbors home. No cell phone to call the fire department. Just me and the chair. Skeleton time. But not being one to take defeat sitting down, I looked around and figured that if I sort of rolled to one side and stretched as far as I could, I could grab one of the benches to the picnic table. The table is octagonal, and the benches are firmly attached to it. I was able to reach a bench and pull myself out of the clutches of the evil chair, and fight my way to freedom. We still have the chairs. Guests are welcome to sit in them. We had a pair of those as newlyweds. Thought we were an *ultra cool young with it couple*. Then one day my DMIL sat in one. Oops! Took both of us to extricate her. Now at my advanced age, I no longer sit in any easy chair without sturdy arms to push off with. I was horribly embarrassed when my DGS rushed to help me out of a sand chair at the beach. Of course, he was totally unable to lift me.... :-} I finally rolled over to the side, got on my hands and knees and was able to push myself up into a standing position. Never again... Beverly
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wrote in message My husband was out of town, and I bought some chairs for the patio. Butterfly chairs, I think they're called. I took them out, opened them up, stretched the covers on them, and they looked great. I thought, I'll just try one out to see if it's comfortable. So I sat down. It was comfortable. Then I tried to get up. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No progress. I thought to myself, my husband will come home and find a skeleton sitting in a new chair on the patio. No neighbors home. No cell phone to call the fire department. Just me and the chair. Skeleton time. But not being one to take defeat sitting down, I looked around and figured that if I sort of rolled to one side and stretched as far as I could, I could grab one of the benches to the picnic table. The table is octagonal, and the benches are firmly attached to it. I was able to reach a bench and pull myself out of the clutches of the evil chair, and fight my way to freedom. We still have the chairs. Guests are welcome to sit in them. We had a pair of those as newlyweds. Thought we were an *ultra cool young with it couple*. Then one day my DMIL sat in one. Oops! Took both of us to extricate her. Now at my advanced age, I no longer sit in any easy chair without sturdy arms to push off with. I was horribly embarrassed when my DGS rushed to help me out of a sand chair at the beach. Of course, he was totally unable to lift me.... :-} I finally rolled over to the side, got on my hands and knees and was able to push myself up into a standing position. Never again... Beverly My cousin's Day of Discovery, she told me, was when she went to watch a soccer game when her friends' kids were playing. As was her custom, she sat on the ground at the edge of the field, so she had a good view. When the game was over, she went to get up only to find it impossible. She said she had to crawl across the playing field to the bleachers, which she then used to pull herself to her feet. This is truly adding insult to injury.
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wrote in message My husband was out of town, and I bought some chairs for the patio. Butterfly chairs, I think they're called. I took them out, opened them up, stretched the covers on them, and they looked great. I thought, I'll just try one out to see if it's comfortable. So I sat down. It was comfortable. Then I tried to get up. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No progress. I thought to myself, my husband will come home and find a skeleton sitting in a new chair on the patio. No neighbors home. No cell phone to call the fire department. Just me and the chair. Skeleton time. But not being one to take defeat sitting down, I looked around and figured that if I sort of rolled to one side and stretched as far as I could, I could grab one of the benches to the picnic table. The table is octagonal, and the benches are firmly attached to it. I was able to reach a bench and pull myself out of the clutches of the evil chair, and fight my way to freedom. We still have the chairs. Guests are welcome to sit in them. We had a pair of those as newlyweds. Thought we were an *ultra cool young with it couple*. Then one day my DMIL sat in one. Oops! Took both of us to extricate her. Now at my advanced age, I no longer sit in any easy chair without sturdy arms to push off with. I was horribly embarrassed when my DGS rushed to help me out of a sand chair at the beach. Of course, he was totally unable to lift me.... :-} I finally rolled over to the side, got on my hands and knees and was able to push myself up into a standing position. Never again... Beverly My cousin's Day of Discovery, she told me, was when she went to watch a soccer game when her friends' kids were playing. As was her custom, she sat on the ground at the edge of the field, so she had a good view. When the game was over, she went to get up only to find it impossible. She said she had to crawl across the playing field to the bleachers, which she then used to pull herself to her feet. This is truly adding insult to injury. BTDT,HTTS!!! I refuse to sit all the way down on the ground anymore, ever. I have one of those handy-dandy folding camping chair, http://www.comfortchannel.com/prod.itml/icOid/14228 which I thought would be really handy to take along to watch DGD play soccer. Has a cup holder and everything. Folds nicely into its own carrying case. However, if the ground is soggy, (and what soccer field isn't?), the legs sink into the muck, and every time you put weight on one of the arms to try to stand it just sinks some more and lists to that side, making a determined attemt to throw you down in the mud. Yes, we oldsters manage to embarrass out DGC (and adult children) even when we try our damndest not to. Beverly
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BTDT,HTTS!!! I refuse to sit all the way down on the ground anymore, ever. I have one of those handy-dandy folding camping chair, http://www.comfortchannel.com/prod.itml/icOid/14228 which I thought would be really handy to take along to watch DGD play soccer. Has a cup holder and everything. Folds nicely into its own carrying case. However, if the ground is soggy, (and what soccer field isn't?), the legs sink into the muck, and every time you put weight on one of the arms to try to stand it just sinks some more and lists to that side, making a determined attemt to throw you down in the mud. Yes, we oldsters manage to embarrass out DGC (and adult children) even when we try our damndest not to. Beverly This is all so frustrating. One day, I went to hop up on a counter, as you do, backing up to it, placing one hand on either side and giving a jump, which has always landed me on the counter, safe and secure. Well, I damned near killed myself. Now I'm afraid to do anything that involves jumping. My legs have always been my strongest part, due in part to hours in ballet class, straining and trembling, but it paid off .... until recently. *sigh*
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BTDT,HTTS!!! I refuse to sit all the way down on the ground anymore, ever. I have one of those handy-dandy folding camping chair, http://www.comfortchannel.com/prod.itml/icOid/14228 which I thought would be really handy to take along to watch DGD play soccer. Has a cup holder and everything. Folds nicely into its own carrying case. However, if the ground is soggy, (and what soccer field isn't?), the legs sink into the muck, and every time you put weight on one of the arms to try to stand it just sinks some more and lists to that side, making a determined attemt to throw you down in the mud. Yes, we oldsters manage to embarrass out DGC (and adult children) even when we try our damndest not to. Beverly This is all so frustrating. One day, I went to hop up on a counter, as you do, backing up to it, placing one hand on either side and giving a jump, which has always landed me on the counter, safe and secure. Well, I damned near killed myself. Now I'm afraid to do anything that involves jumping. My legs have always been my strongest part, due in part to hours in ballet class, straining and trembling, but it paid off .... until recently. *sigh* There are things I refuse to do, Sand chairs, sit o the ground, pull myself out of a pool. There is nothing more insulting to my pride then to have to turn over ,get on my knees and stick my butt end up in the air in order to get to a standing position. I use to like to sit on a a sand chair, at the shore, at low tide and have the water come in and tickle my toes. Now I would have to sit there until the tide came in far enough to float me out of the chair. I'd probably drown because the damn chair got bogged down in the soft sand. Now I sit in a sturdy chair an hard flat sand or I don't sit at all. What's really embarrassing though is that there is a woman at the beach,who is 85. she goes every day, sits in a sand chair and gets to a standing position like a teenager. I think I hate her!!! Juno
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My legs have always been my strongest part, due in part to hours in ballet class, straining and trembling, but it paid off .... until recently. *sigh* (((HUGS))) Beverly
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