Why She Can't Live Alone

This is why she can't live alone:

"Grandma, you cannot have liquor. You just took a pain pill."
"I did?"
"Yes."
"Oh, ok."

[I turned around to my laptop to write this. I turned back around.]

"Grandma! What are you doing???"
[Has old dog food can in her hand and is pouring liquor into it.]
"You CANNOT have that."
"Why?"
"You just took a pain pill."
"Oh, let me pour it back."
"No, that's disgusting."
"It is not, I just rinsed it out."
"It's a dog food can, yes it is. You may NOT pour that back into the bottle."
"It's good and expensive and I don't want to waste it." (It's $5. The double bottle of crappy wine was more.)
[I take the liquor bottle and put the cap on and hold it away from her. She walks to the fridge with the dog food can, and puts it in.]
"Libby, where is it?! I don't want to waste it!" [She's still standing IN the fridge, less than 5 seconds have gone by.]
"In the fridge, Graham."
"Where is it?? Did you dump it???"
"No, right in the fridge, where you put it."
"Oh. You know, Libby, I have never had restrictions on my drinking until you came around."
"Get used to it."

Oy vey. And I spent the day wondering if we were doing the right thing and praying that God would show me what I need to see (either for or against moving her). Dude. As much liquor as she was about to ingest, with those pills handy (she wanted to take TWO), and her forgetting that she JUST took one, OH GOOD LORD. This is, I believe, "sundowning." She was playing with a full deck until about an hour ago. Totally spot on, memories in tact. And now she's trying to drink about 8oz. of mint liquor from a dog food can after her pain pill. Fantastic.

And now she's joyfully drinking milk out of the carton.