It isn’t a painting night this evening. It is a quiet – thinking – night. I am wondering what it would be like to at my age have the responsibility – shared only with my sibling – for the care of a parent. When we get to 18, we are adults and can make our own decisions. But somehow it just seems there are some things which you need to be older for… older than 20, older than 30. Then again, maybe one can never be old enough for the horror of that responsibility.