wine
"Let us celebrate
the occasion
with wine and sweet words."
~Plautus
"Wine is bottled poetry."
~Robert Louis Stevenson
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I know that everyone has a vice or two. Although my
husband would claim I'm perfect, I think a vice of mine would be wine.
After a long day at work, after the boy is in bed, once we're settled
down on the couch to reconnect, I enjoy a glass of wine with my husband.
We probably go through this ritual at least 4 nights a week, which might
be excessive, but I enjoy it.
To be honest, I think sometimes it makes Bob nervous.
My father was an alcoholic, and research indicates that there tends to be
a family predisposition for addiction. I'm also still pretty overweight,
so drinking empty calories from the grape doesn't assist in the weight loss
department. And I've had several scares with fibroid adenomas in my
breasts. Although they're not cancerous, Bob worries and would like me to
do everything possible to live forever. And I know he's right - losing
weight, exercising, eliminating alcohol are all habits of long-lived, healthy
people.
But so is love, and living a stress-free life. I don't
typically drink to excess. I don't "need" alcohol or go into
any sort of physical withdrawal when I don't have it. I don't miss work
or put a lampshade on my head. To me, its like my cup of coffee in the
morning: what's in the cup isn't as important as the routine.
Granted, I could develop a new routine - maybe a glass of
water and some kale chips?
Hmmmm.
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