Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Dinner or Drink?

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Many of you know that my family and my parents live together. My dad has trouble remembering things and the living situation makes everything easier for all of us most of the time.

This week, my mother is away for a couple of days so we are all on full force dad duty. Last night, he wanted to go to Julia's soccer game.

"What time is the game?" he asked.

"Six," I answered. "You'll need to have some dinner before you go."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Just have a little," I answered. "You will be by eight."

Under duress, he skipped his cocktail (he has one at five every night) and he ate his dinner. Gin, rickety bleachers, and a forgetful brain don't mix well, so I try not to have him imbibe on game nights...

Wouldn't you know that as soon as he got home at 8:30, well past his usual bedtime, he went straight to his gin. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I didn't have a drink," he said.

When I encouraged him to skip it and just go to bed, he rolled his eyes and sighed, complaining about a night with no dinner and no drink.

Amazing to me that he can remember to have his drink, but forget that he had his dinner!

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