WINE NOT

imagesThe 140z. bottle of merlot sat on my dresser in plain sight, undisturbed and not even a taste  of it gone. I have never been a drinker, save when I was very young and used to be invited to every gathering of musicians and others. I drank socially and frankly, to get high, or whatever the expression was then. Years ago in Colorado, I had this same single glass o wine prior to going on stage, not realizing we were a mile above sea level.I never repeated the mile high experience, perhaps …half that amount

This is a long term care facility, a euphemism for rest home, or nursing home. There are about 120 of us here, or every conceivable stripe or condition. The first floor is generally for well people, with their senses. I was placed here, on the 2nd floor,  even though I am supposed to have all my marbles, so to speak.After 30 years of playing the clarinet, conducting the orchestra, and teaching every course  within a music curriculum, my heart valve has been replaced, my blood count is low and I am in wheelchair, given to me by my wife. there are a few with these chairs, but they whisk me around quickly and without a fuss. As I was saying the first floor is for those with marbles. Not so, mine the 2nd floor which is inhabitied by the rest. For instance there is constant screaming, 24/7. I call it the endless choir rehearsal. They are both spontaneous and hardly silent, and they sing as loud as can be defined by screaming. There are those who intone in some kind of unknown repititious sound, certainly connected at one time, to a functioning mind,and speaking or intoning with a certain rhythm, sounding like dialect, but totally indiscernible. There ae PSWs (personal service workers).mostly women, who tend to my every need, as well as dressing, as I cannot walk Something to do with low hemoglobin and chronic anemia. at my age, I am delighted and fortunate to be here. I love baseball and my son and  I watch together, whenever the Blue Jays are playing, and, and we discuss baseball via the telephone., .  I have every piece of camber music I have every played, plus the goodies of several good music places and subscribe to manyservices, including movies, and as much baseball as anyone could possibly want. So, back to that bottle of merlot, very good , especially when I was able to make spaghetti with meat sauce, and kept on my dresser because I moved here with it. One day, a nurse same in and told me No wine< not good to be laying out there for anyone, most of whom should not drink wine. The doctor came one week and told the nurse to keep it in her locker, and that I was permitted two glasses a day. That is more  than I have ever consumEd. So, she took the bottle, putting ny name on it and stashed it.She then brought me two glasses of it the next day,. Impossible When my doctor came the next week, he told the nurse to put the bottle back in my room. And there it stood, my name having been written in the label. I believe in wine, it has frequently settled my stomach or my nerves It is a wonderful gift to all who consume it. 

As mentioned,years ago, in a first job in Colorado located a mile above sea level, I had a concert, and consumed my usual glass,I was drunk, playing Von Weber I never repeated, maybe a half glass A few day ago, my wife and I were called to a progress meeting. I told them what I thought, highly complimentary. But, I mentioned the wine, which had been broken the day before by someone putting clothes away. I got a rather turgid lecture about the dangers of wine and that it is strictly forbidden in this facility. AfTer the lecture, one of the ladies told me she had been commissioned to replace the wine. It is in her locker, where it stays. I have a brand new bottle in the bottom drawer of my beareau. If Lisa ever gives me the new wine, I will stash in the same drawer. keep practicing , and stay well. sherman

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