Remember when I said if I have a problem my Pop Pop is determined to fix it? Well after my grandmothers' fall he decided I have a problem; other than her persistent probably genetic klutziness.
He came down here at nearly midnight and took two I-hooks and put them into my doorway and connected a bungee cord across it.
He wanted to tie white towels onto it yet, but my wisdom convinced him that Daisy will simply use it as a murder toy.
It's pretty hard to see, but I am quite simply to lazy/sore to go down those steps to take a better picture.
I'm fairly convinced that it wouldn't save me from any impending doom, but it makes them feel better.
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