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."
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