Espresso, quiet before leaving for Caddis. The visit to Lancaster yesterday, saddening me but proving what I’m starting to realize, I mean REALLY realize and hold as some life and literary law – people will always change; nothing remains for long; the love and the delusion are temporary.
Lancaster is different, and I think I’m done with that story forever now. Prices going up, to a point they certain do not justify, and the people there… not what it was when Taryn and I and others were behind the bar. One person there yesterday from our old crew but she too is different, and not as into the Lancaster stage as she was when the old crew was truth.
It’s wine and people. There is always change, some shift. And yes, in the way that I have been using ‘shift’ since late June of ’21.
Thinking about my kids as soon as I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the phone’s screen. Someone from the old neighborhood trying to call me at 3-something? Obvious a drinking night or something for them. Me under sheets early, thinking about stories from the wine industry and what it instructs… my tasting room days, tasting weekends with Chris or by myself a couple times since this new life started. The Starmont Cab I opened last night while working here in the Nook, on documents and having a late espresso thinking I was done with wine but then thought “No, I want to know this character more, so one more pour.” Then a bowl of fruit for final cap.
Arista Winery, 2015… tasting Pinots I’ve never had before. Both single-vineyard and AVA blends. Was never really much a Pinot bloke, but the longer I stayed there I became one. And if not a “Pinot guy” then definitely a lover of the ways it can be translated. I don’t know… wine and I continue to change in our connectivity. So where do I go from here?
Well, tell you where I need be… in the Caddis tasting room in about 90 minutes. Leaving after this paragraph…. My daughter, showing a change of demeanor and attitude yesterday and the night before. Not sure why…. Not the kind of change I was referencing earlier, but different. Wonder what it is. Maybe me, maybe my perception.
Healdsburg yesterday feeling different as well. Must be me. Just crossing Matheson to get to the Grill, I don’t know it was not the like-sensation I remember. Burger was great, which I never order anymore. Usually it’s that Gyro Salad. So it is me…. I changed. I’m changing. But how. Trying to note it all… my cynicism in some cases which can be seen as justified. My worry which often is not.
Me not having had a Starbucks or Peet’s in weeks. That’s going to change though, this morning. Soon as I get to Sonoma, my 3-shot latte from the Broadway store. Was going to write something but saving for OFFBLOG, the book whenever that’s done. See— Nope, not following through. I see— Almost did it again.