Texted Chris. No idea where we’re tasting today. Maybe….. don’t know.
Texted Caddis Chris, told him we’d be not he Square, and that I need cards. Can usually talk my way into ‘industry’, but cards do make it easier.
Keep staring at those sickening receipts. Just do one… then another… Swiss cheese it, like Dad always says.
Receipts done. Couldn’t stop.
Shower now. Wine and wine tasting/story/life/conversation mode.
10:36, launch-ready. Talking with Mom in kitchen about where they had dinner last night in Sausalito. What’s the place called? Anyway, Dad telling me it’s overrated and they charged them $30 corkage for a bottle that had a screw top.
Where am I in fast? No idea, not caring… addicted to this production, waking early as I did and going to bed well before 10 last night. Bringing my new little journal. Or…. Maybe don’t. Thinking of my thesis of live more write less. Yes, today embodied and enacted and exacted, enabled.
Sonoma Square…. Remember when I first started the house shopping and hunt I was so set on having a house off the Square like my sister. Things change, of course…. Dan and Sue doing third visit today of prospective property. Me consolidating and throwing away anything I can. Simplifying… true minimalism, like Depp’s character in Secret Window. So happy it’s on Netflix and could watch it last night. When was the last time I screened it? Who knows… I think in the Condo maybe, or when we first moved into Coffey Park.
10:45, lyrics in little journal. Foggy still outside. Obscure and imagined shapes, faces… stories of vineyard walks on my eventual little blocks, maybe three acres. Cabernet, Merlot, Syrah, Chardonnay…. Bottling everything.
Cleaning table area, my desk in other words.
Closing laptop in a bit… more excavating old pictures. Wine, a pages with scribbles… why do I ever stray from wine, topic-wise? Or in any other respect? Industry friend asking me about another industry friend, inferring she’d heard things and I told her he’s a great guy…. Part of the industry I directly and definitely deplore, and want my kids FAR away from when my label lands… the gossip, the rumors and talking, voiced perceptions and statements based on nothing material or reliable, credible. Bloody despicable.
The clusters brought in, the scents and moving parts, forklifts… finished label drafts… all nearing me and my books.