"I don't drink much, but I learned from my father to drink a little before bed, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that, because I never drink much, and there's nothing wrong with that." (Always a run-on sentence when she's feeling defensive. SHE brings this topic up, not me.)
"I know, Grandma."
"And I only drink this much." Fingers out about 1 inch apart. (Right.)
"Uh-huh."
"And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I learned that from my father. He was told by a doctor to drink wine before bed, and so I learned to drink wine to put me to sleep from my father."
"Ok, Grandma."
We have had this conversation, verbatim, about 9 times in the last 4 days. I have never said a word about her drinking, although it is excessive. I found one of the enormous wine jugs this morning and dumped all but half a glass out... She complained last night that she didn't fall asleep from the wine she drank (an entire bottle). Probably because it was half water, courtesy of me.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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