Staring at the espresso cup, learning from the simplicity that isn’t simple. And nothing is. Everything has dimension and purpose, complexity, voice. Work slow, quiet, a little boring but staying in chair. Ordered myself not to budge. Stay here, roam around.. from wine to running (which I’m not getting to today, regrettably), sales and being a single dad.. this condo and Windsor, Sonoma County. There’s too much to report and write about, “cover” like a reporter. Tempted to make myself another cup but won’t. Trying to cut back, and not cruise through all the pods I bought yesterday when shopping with the kids.
Tried to read a Wine Spectator article. Shit, forgot my subscription was cancelled. Did so over a year ago and just now being reminded. Wine and all the stories and people…. Staying in this goddamn chair. Not moving till I have ‘that’ idea.
Wine has been too ‘what’d’. Meaning, overly simplified and made into just a thing that can be put into some blathering mini-paragraph of descriptors, in a publication with a glossy cover and the same repeated and beat drum-tone. Made a ‘what’…
From the house, office downstairs. Probably Cab. Or maybe Pinot.