using meditations too quickly, too reflexively.

one piece of paper I found in my bag:  “It doesn’t have that twang, either…  Tang maybe?” Something a tourist said in the tasting room.  I remember rolling my eyes and thinking, “Jesus, why do people have to overthink wine so much?” Another note I found in the garage, from one of my writing boxes, a note I scribbled when hanging out with Blair, learning to make wine: “VA (volatile acidity) […] wine wants to be vinegar […] .7 = Avg. […] High ph, low VA”.  And yes, I still want to make wine for ’16, but wine will only be fun for this writer/teacher.  No seriousness, no stress, no contest, just fun.  Speaking of, what am I opening tonight?