Sassy Senorita Take Two

Dair seemed to enjoy our first trip to the new Mexican restaurant so much that we thought we'd try it again. Karl was traveling for work, so it was just "the girls." We got there before the mariachi band started and Dair ordered coffee to drink. Then she remarked that it "sure is loud in here," so I suggested she remove her hearing aids. She refused.

I should have seen it coming - no Karl, no wine...it was going to be a disaster.

The band started playing and Dair grimaced. I made her take out the hearing aids and she was not too happy. While waiting for her food she ate spoonfuls of salsa even though I had shown her how to dip chips into it and warned her that it was spicy. She complained throughout the meal about the choice of restaurant. I reminded her that she had liked it the last time we were there. Finally, we were finished and we headed out the door. "Don't ever take me back there again," she said as we got into the car. "I promise I won't," I replied. As if!

Sassy Senorita

Last night we took Dair to eat at a local Mexican restaurant. She's eaten Mexican food before, but never at this particular place. It's a little noisy in there, and then the Mariachi band started playing. In situations like this, her awesome hearing aids become a drawback - the noise is amplified too much and she doesn't like it one bit. I was beginning to think it was a mistake to take her to this restaurant.

We solved the problem by taking the hearing aids, or as she calls them, "ears," out. She sipped on her wine and watched as the band made its way over to our table. As the wine kicked in, she relaxed, began to grin and clap her hands to the music. The band played for us, she put the tip into the guitar, and watched as the guys moved to the next table. We noticed that her eyes were glued to the younger band members, then realized that these particular guys were wiggling their rear ends to the music, and she wasn't missing a wiggle!

Driven to Drink

Dair has been with us for a week, making the rounds with her doctors. We spent most of yesterday at the VA Hospital getting her checked out. For someone who is 90, she's in great physical shape; mentally, well, that's another issue.

Today we had arranged to meet several of her friends in Atlanta for lunch. As it turned out, three out of the four either forgot, were sick or just didn't show (not an unusual problem when those three are each over 80 years old). To ease her disappointment, Dair had two glasses of wine instead of her usual one. As we got up to leave the restaurant, she looked and me and said, "I'm a little intoxicated."

On the drive home, Dair asked if we were to see her dentist tomorrow. "No," I replied, "that appointment is on Monday." "Good," she said, "I'll be sober by then."