My sister is supposed to be here to help with my pa, but she’s usually out gallivanting around. When I came home from the gym, she was gone and he wanted me to heat up some soup. Usually that means he leaves most of the soup for “later” (i.e. for the garbage when we finally take it away and toss it) but today he finished it all. Which means my sister was spending less time feeding my pa, and more time fooling around with her friends. Oh, well. It beats staying here all day and having him drive her nuts.

I suppose you’d think my pa could heat up his own soup, but he is 88, so he can do what he feels like. And if he feels like waiting and letting me do it, that’s OK too.