I arrived at Dahlia Man's this afternoon to find him sitting on the sidewalk. I rushed right over to help him up, happy to find that he wasn't hurt. He had fallen while bending over to pick up some mail that he had dropped. I've never seen Dahlia Man doing so poorly. He is 93 after all, but I'm not prepared to see him decline. It's hard for him to admit his limitations & who wants to be the one to remind him?
Still, we got takeout and had a nice dinner. I wish I could do something.
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