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Driving at night. I usually don't have to, so when I do it is very cautiously. I avoid interstates in town -- too many crazies and constant roadwork.
I find people acting like I am too unsteady to climb a ladder or walk on uneven ground which makes me wonder why they think so. I use a walking stick on any long hikes and watch my step. I stopped climbing up on the roof. I hire people to do major stuff.
Sadly, swimming in the ocean. Even a few years ago, I loved diving into waves or riding them in. Now it is harder to get up once I've been knocked down. I can't see one of those spindly little college kid lifeguards being able to save me. I suspect that if I was knocked down or swept out, they would pretend they didn't see me. Or they actually might not see me. Grey women are invisible, even 6-foot ones. No one would know I was gone until they found my things on the beach and my car in the lot and parking not paid. Or parts wash up after the sharks spit me out.
I love the ocean, but I gravitate more towards lakes and pools these days.
Amusement park rides. No more riding for me. Thought I was a goner after last ride. Luckily my heart found its way back in my chest and I survived one very scary night.
Walking outside in winter. I built a sidewalk and handrail between the house and the garage and cling to that; it’s a good safe way to walk that short distance. Once in the car, I keep a walker in the car all winter and use it to get safely across icy sidewalks. There’s not a lot of people out and about in winter in our little community so I’m usually able to park right near anywhere I’m going. Don’t do long distance travel anymore in winter, and if conditions look bad, hey, I’m retired, I admire the weather from inside.
I am cautious about everything and so darn slow. I bring my groceries up to my 2nd story apartment while managing a large wheeled shopping cart, a dog on a leash, and a cane. I feel quite okay doing this, cautiously, slowly, and often with considerable knee/hip pain. For me it's a version of extreme exercise. But, I bet my younger neighbors think I'm going to land in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. And maybe I will someday.
Used to be I'd throw on a light pack with a blanket and some food, a cooking pot, a canteen and a box of matches, grab my rifle and knife and take off into the mountains for elk and spend a week hunting no matter the weather.
Now I prefer the elk closer to the road, and at least an air mattress. That ground gets colder and harder every year.
Worst of all, I need a lot of pain meds after a day crawling over even moderate hills.
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