Texts from Dad’s 30 year old caregiver, John, a mechanic and entrepreneur:
‘Sandy went and found a pot and boiled the already boiled eggs.’
‘Any way, eggs blew up again. He is insistent he makes his own eggs and he says he will stand and wait till they are cooked.’
‘He is very committed to making his breakfast.’
‘What would you like me to do?’
All these years later, for once I can say I know what to do.
My response over the phone:
‘Boil a dozen eggs. Hide the pots. Every morning before he gets up, leave a bowl with two eggs on the stove with a sign below it that reads ‘Boiled eggs’. Don’t talk about it.’
The problem of the eggs has been on the radar for a while, but it came to a head when the nurse arrived to Dad’s house with smoke billowing out the kitchen from eggs boiled to dehydration and exploded on the stove. The pot didn’t make it.
Dad was in his living room chair, all jokes to greet her. He had no idea anything was going wrong. Afterwards, the nurse called Mum. She was worried. She had to tell someone.
And so it is forever now decreed, Dad is no longer allowed to boil eggs for breakfast.
After boiling eggs every morning for a handful of decades, this too must change.