His options were:
- Stay with us
- Stay with Sis
- Use a potty chair (deal with the, umm stuff someway)
- Go to our cabin
The option he jumped at....drumroll...Option #4. I knew it. My only fear and worry is that he will follow me up there and I will set him up and show him what to do. Then he will have to drive back by himself, find his way back. I so worry about him. He's 73 years old and in fairly good shape but I just worry. Sometimes his knees bother him and then when the hip gives way he teeters. We have a few steps and I just don't want him to fall going to the garage to get the golf cart out to go fishing. I would NEVER forgive myself if he fell. I just keep telling myself he will be fine, he will be fine. There are several people who live up there full time and are close to our place so I've alerted them. My little selfish delimma is that we would do the trip on Tuesday afternoon. That would mean I might possible miss my art class and I have just started. That alway gives me opportunities to not go back since I missed one and I just don't want to do that. I know, I know that is selfish but afterall, this is the year of Jill.