Hate

I don't use the word hate very often. In fact, I try to never use it when I'm speaking of a person, only a situation.

I hate living with the oldies.

Here's a quick list of some of the things I hate:

• The money we've spent
• The cloud of depression that permeates our home
• Worrying about car accidents, fires, falls and whatever comes next
• The constant ding from the Game Show Network
• The smell of frying
• The paperwork that goes with elder care
• The obsession with the mail
• The constant questions: "When will he be home?' "What should we do for dinner?" "Why do you spend so much time with your girlfriends?"
• The time away from business and things I would rather be doing.
• The repeated stories
• The crap that shows up because they're "entitled to it."
• The moods, the walkers, the canes, the wheelchairs
• Sitting at the table with the Unibomber because it's 80 degrees, but he has a hood on his head due to the freezing temperatures.