Who Is This Person

I am talking about this old man living in my house. Just what goes on in the human brain when we get "old?" OK, I guess I'm complaining, again, but really, who is he?

For example, he no longer wants to take a shower. Ever. That's not my father. Yeah, he used to get sweaty, dirty, stinky when he was working, but he always got cleaned up. Now, I swear, he would never take a shower if I didn't make him. And have I ever discussed things you should never have to see? That's the top of my list, but it has to be done...

Speaking of things you don't really want to see, he has new habit of pulling down his drawers in the hall, before he even steps a foot in the bathroom. Not only is it something I don't want to see, he doesn't walk well in the first place. That does not help.

He goes through periods when he will not wear underwear. Not "real" underwear, not Depends. He refuses to wear pajamas. Summer or winter. If I'm lucky, he will wear his Depends and a t-shirt. If not, well, back to things I don't want to see. Not wearing jammies bumfuzzles me. I recall him being very offended when he took one of my uncles on a camping trip years ago, and my uncle wore underwear to bed. And now he does what?

He drops his dirty clothes wherever he happens to be when he takes a notion to strip. Middle of his bedroom, the bathroom, hall, occasionally the living room. How did this come to be? Mom had him trained, he would never have dared to do that when Mom was alive!

He also just drops his dirty kleenex right over the side of his chair or his bed. If it hits the wastebasket, good. If not, he does not worry about it. He goes through 2 boxes of kleenex a week, he creates small mountains on the floor.

Speaking of things he would never have done when Mom was alive, he spits in my kitchen sink! It's one of those things I can fuss about, and he just ignores me.

Need I talk about gas? I know he is about deaf, but you won't convince me he doesn't know exactly what he is doing when he pastes on that cheesy grin. Does not matter who is here.

I confess, I am worried. Am I going to inherit his bad habits when I get older? Is there any hope?