Aspirational relative

I'm probably getting some of the details wrong -- but the point remains:


Soon after my dad started dating my mom, he came along to a family get-together. My great-grandmother (my mom's maternal grandma) was limping: four foot seven, and 78 or 80 years old. Immigrated from Japan, didn't speak any English.

Dad felt sorry for her, and commented on her limp to my mom. My mom snorted, and replied, ''Well, we **told** her not to climb that tree!''

Turns out she'd climbed a tree to prune it, lost her balance, and sprained her ankle.


That's the sort of old person **I** want to be: eighty years old, and still climbing trees.

(Not, however, falling out of them.)


--GG