Why doesn’t this jackass help his Dad fix up the place his Dad earned?
this is the problem....
all well in good to think a 60 yro who probably works full time ( like my husband) and has his own home to keep up (like my husband) and does a little volunteer work ( like my husband) plus tries to keep his own place up (like my husband) can just spare all the time to keep up another household for someone that can't do it himself....
when does my husband get a break may I ask.....he's worked since age 14, raised 3 kids, and is still working, and he's had to "take care of" elderly parents who are too stubborn to see the light of day as far as living arrangements.....living "independently" does not mean needing someone to plow the snow, cut wood, bring it into the house, do house repairs, etc etc....
the middle is being squeezed to death by the younger generation and the oldest one....its a no win situation....
I've already told my husband that we will smell the coffee when the time comes....
My grandparent's home was on the outerbanks of NC and we held it together with shear determination, roof-over jobs and a local fix-it man that could magically cajole the heat pump to kick on each winter. Every storm that hit the east coast scared the heck out of us! We did crazy things like cutting an inch off the bottom of all the beautiful bedroom doors when they began getting jammed shut because the supports under the house moved! We prayed every night that the house would just last as long as my grandparents needed it. It did.
That’s pretty low of you, FREEKITTY, to label me “Jackass”. I care very much for my father. I have to get used to the undilluted blunt manner of speech one gets through the internet. It’s quite easy and satisfying to ‘tell it like it is’, sans diplomacy or empathy. Yes, I’ve done it too. Sometimes it is appropriate.
If you will kindly re-read my entry, you will see that I don’t live in my homestate anymore. I live in California, my Dad, and sisters all remain in Michigan. I only see them once a year for my Thanksgiving Visit. I have already helped Daddy, going up the wobbly stairwell he can no longer navigate, cleaning the attic and clearing the upstairs bedrooms of their 13 hefty bags filled with rubbish. I continue to be his Workman by request when I visit.
My Dad has some finances, having retired from General Motors years ago, plus other job subsidies. My sisters call, visit and cook for him a couple times a week. He has a ‘lady friend’ who has become like a stepmom to us.
We all of us work together to ensure his welfare, hopefully stopping short of getting on his nerves. Think first FREEKITTY before making such assumptions. Your innocuous avatar does not suit your venom.