93 Skidoo!

Yesterday was my father's 93rd birthday. We went to the Seoul Garden Korean BBQ in Tustin, where you grill your own stuff at the table. It's always fun and good for a party.
My dad is still subdued, much more quiet than I have ever seen him. However, this didn't affect his appetite. He chowed down seriously, and didn't say a word. Jeremy says that's how we can tell that he likes what he's eating, and he's a person who likes his food for sure.
The caregiver, Susie, came too. She was really helpful. It can get a bit hairy getting my parents out of the car. Sometimes my dad is impatient, and he tries to walk around to get his walker before I can get out of the car on his very unsteady legs. My mom, meanwhile, is complaining that she can't remember how to undo the seat belt, or she has figured it out and is threatening to open the door, possibly knocking my dad to the ground. Sometimes even after I jump out of the car, get the walker out, wheel it around to my dad, the problems haven't ended. Once I turned around to help my mom and the walker rolled across the parking lot. Another time, when I suddenly became ill and had to go to the bathroom, leaving my parents to fend for themselves, it rolled away, and my mom opened the door and knocked my dad down, as I'd always feared. A samaritan had to help them right themselves.