Cooler Heads Thankfully Prevail...

"Come over and we'll take your medications and I have us a little supper together," my father told me over the phone.

"I need to take my medications at nine," I rebuked my father steadfastly about the medications.

"I will put them in a Ziploc bag and you can carry them home with you. I trust you to take them."

"Thank you."

"How much wine would it take for you to get a DUI?" my father asked me curiously as I sat in the kitchen watching him getting supper ready.

"I think the limit is 0.18 which is about two glasses of wine or two beers," I told him. "Look it up on the web."

"I didn't realize it was so low," he said.

Dad had cooked some hamburger steaks, mushroom gravy, steak fries, and some french style green beans. It was very delicious and I had seconds as well. The green beans were extraordinary. I told my father we need to have those beans much more often. He said his cousin Jean got him on to those.