Master Po’s hearing continue to get worse. December 23rd, gathering at daughter Amy’s home with whole family there. Daughter-in-law, Vicky bring in covered dish that smell awesome. I asked, “Wow, those smell good, what are they?”
She say, “They are bacon wrapped steaks.”
Master Po: “Did you bake them or did Dave jr. cook them on the grill?”
Vicky: “I baked them.” [with everyone looking at me kind of odd] but Master Po is used to being viewed as odd. So I say, “Great!”
I eat 3 of them, and announce: “Be careful everyone, they are delicious but there are some bones in some of them.” ** [Again, more odd looks]**
Master Po: “Be careful again everybody, I almost chipped a tooth on a bone.” ***[Now REALLY getting odd looks.]*** but Master Po continue to enjoy 4th helping.
Mrs. Po (thinking I from other planet) say: “What are you talking about?” So I repeat warning about bones, only louder this time, and take 5th offering from dish.
Mrs. Po say: “Those aren’t bones, they are pits.” Then I realize Master Po is eating bacon wrapped dates, not steaks. And I remember, I don’t even like dates…but thought they were delicious, when I thought they were steaks. Senses starting to break down in Master Po, vision, hearing, and now taste.