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Saturday – Two mountain tours.  A proposal, a rattlesnake, more high temps.  My friend, who’s to be in UC Davis’ V&E program come Fall, taught me something about average temperatures, vintage to vintage, for comparative purposes.  We’re all dazzled by how the fruit looks now, comparing it to 2007.  But is it that impressive?  Some have said, I’m told, that ’09 was more agreeable up to this point.  Another opportunity presented itself to me.  And, you probably expected, I can’t speak on it either.  In time, I’ll tell.  Tonight’s varietal, Chardonnay, if you can believe it.  Think I may put it on the whose menu, but don’t know what style I’d want to produce.  Definitely not stainless, surely not too much oak.  Something to think about.  Put in my winemaking journal, even though I see that log being blended into this one–bottleaux, stocking my winemaking jots.

Didn’t have much time to trap dialogue today.  And that’s fine.  Just enjoyed the thoughts, sight from mountain’s top.  Tonight, after this entry, project R & verses.  Haven’t felt this alive in a while, but I don’t want to write, or type, too much about it, injecting it with jinx.  project R, going to reverse my existence in ways altogether animated; it promises to reduce excess domestication.  And by “domestication,” I mean the days’ predictable patterns, not my post as father, husband.  There’ll be adventurous variables, travel, sooner than a soon’s swoon.  Going to sing my way to it, while in project R’s cyclical stumbles.

Need a beer, a break.  Hoping to be back at the keys later.  And I will.  Just need something cold on palate, imagine Self on Croatia’s shores.  Just realized, as I did in the 1 note I rushed today, that I’m behind on my writing aims with these little notepad notes like Arianna said she was on her articles; precisely the mentality driving me to write anything–let other writers know that others walk with them–that I DEFINITELY DO.  Rhymes, poems, verses, song on brain, especially since my coworker’s daughter came to the winery to sing some covers, originals.  Her voice, soft but persistent, with a colorfully unique, refreshing tonality.  It was inspiring to me, especially after all the spoken word I listened to on the way to work.  Music on mind, right now.  SO I’m rushing through this assignment [this post] 2get2 song.

I’m turtle through corporate hurtles, but a cheetah with idea–

Ancient plaintiff, aided; re-scribble my fiddle.  Looking for odd

words, but the cops heard.

Not throwing rhymes away on blog.  And yes, it would be throwing them away.  Time, 8:55pm, and I sit here hungry, tired, needing that Chardonnay.  Think I do want to add that to whoso’s list.  Going to sleep on it.  Found some rhymes in my phone, hate when that happens.  Don’t care how much of a pinch mySelf I find, I’m NEVER writing on that carcinogenic device again.  More pen2pad, like painters [Kelly] living paint2canvas.  If I’m an Artist, that need be my code.

Tomorrow, Friday, for me.  I swear, these days never settle me; me, 4ever confused, turned-around.  Brought my mobile office, that black work bag I carried to the box and when I was adjuncting, downstairs.  After this, poetry only.  Tonight, a meteor shower, I’ve heard.  No time, as my own cosmos displays for my page play.

(8/11/12)

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