A village my ass.

It takes a village to raise a child . . . and I thought the village was on board to some degree to pitch in with my Dad.

In the beginning, there was a degree of appreciation that bouyed us. 

Sacrifice <> Bagels & Cream Cheese

Here's a conversation I had w/ GpaK this morning.

Me:  "I'm concerned about your weight and your being out-of-breath"
GpaK:  "Well, I just came down the stairs!"
Me:  "Well, walking down a flight of stairs is not something that should make you breathless"

Me:  "And, for the last few days I've noticed that you've been using your bedroom recliner at night."
GpaK:  "Yes I have - can't get back to sleep."
Me: "Having a hard time breathing?"
GpaK:  ". . . . . .kind of . . "
Me:  "You know, Dad, this is serious.  Don't take your health for granted.  You salted your eggs this morning, and you're tempting fate.  It's been so long since we've had to go to the ER.  "
GpaK:  "I know.  But it's hard . . "
Me:  "Well, we all have sacrifices to make.  Bill and I make sacrifices so you can live here, and your part of the bargain means taking care of yourself."  [as I begin to put cream cheese on my bagel]  "We all have to do our part."

GpaK:  "I can do my part.  Is that a mini bagel?"
Me:  "Yes."
GpaK:  "Well I didn't have any carbs this morning - just two [salty] scrambled eggs."
Me:  "??  Are you asking for a bagel?"
GpaK:  "Well those two eggs won't hold me until lunch . . . ."