Sip my coffee, and relax…. Took some pictures yesterday in the vineyard. Walked around a bit, not as much as I used to but I was in the rows, looking at Syrah clusters.
Idea for photog… not that I’d consider myself a photog, I’m a writer, but I do have several shots from years behind me of clusters and rows, vineyards and wine glasses full and not. “Vino visuals”, as I say on the vvv blog.
Want to write another letter to Karl…. Will do after call.
Somehow need to find 2-3 hours or create time today. How… the appointment at 2, the kids…. Should have woke at 4-something, or 5.
Jack asks me, “How do you spell ‘up’?” I answer what he wants to here of course, punctuating each letter with voice and tone, “U-P… huh huh…..” The laugh being sarcastic and suggestive as if to say Is that what you wanted to hear?
Computer restarted “because of a problem” it said and I lost a paragraph. No matter. Getting ready for call. What do I want from the call, I ask self. Easy… get to know the person, the character. Listen. No fixation in or obsession to convert or transact. You’re a writer, I remind. KNOW THE CHARACTER.
Coffee at that odd and somewhat unappealing temperature—
Trying to resent my Apple ID password, and only frustration. Taking a breath, I see again that more music in my day-to-day will solve everything and mitigate anything needing mitigation or mending.