Budget is thin. Not as much lunching or dining or anything out this week, for sure. Sales Engineer up to Tahoe yesterday, me jealous. I need a trip like that, or of any kind. Get away, write, run. Hoping to fit in a run today, somehow. There I go hoping again rather than just moving.
Kids enjoying their morning, me in here conspiring with this blogging business and effort – nearly hate to say it but assuming more the blogger’s reality than the writer’s. I mean, I AM a writer but here on this blog is where I’m the most honest. Interesting how I’ve evolved as a character, how my mind has stayed much the same but materialization of thought has transformed.
May head into Kenwood today. But, what would I do if I can’t have lunch, or taste anything? Set a budget, maybe? Stop planning, just move. Again, that squirrel analogy rumbles in my synapses. Indecision is far more polluting that no decision. When a character makes the wrong choice, they learn and grow and the story is supplemented. No decision is just a pause, a squandering of everything.
Wine speaking to me, all the pictures on this laptop and on phone, all the tasting rooms, yesterday stopping by Hook & Ladder to get a couple bottles, then Caddis tomorrow. That shop in Calistoga Chris and I visited before hitting any tasting rooms. The shop had been in her family for, I want to say, 25 years. Her father recently passing, so she’s in charge. Can’t remember her name but I can still feel the coolness of the air inside, and see Chris exploring those boxes on the floor of Ridge bottles from the 90’s, 80’s, and a could 79’s. It dominates me story, whether I want it to or no. So now I’m a YES vote for wine being on page, with a loud growling consistency.