Looking through old pictures.  My son Jack, my dad… time in my face tonight.  Need another glass.  Yes, wine.  Pinot.  After the sparkling the Nurse and I bought.

Relaxed, no thoughts bothering me.  Shot of Dad and I at the wine event in either ’15 or ’16… Dad my photog on that mission.  See?  I say to myself, wine is the book.  The Beat, the music I’m perambulating in.  Simple shapes and yet vocal profuseness in all percussion.  New Beat, and filled cup.

Moriarty-like in my moves, looking at the vineyard pic to my left, the one Dad hung on the wall, with Mom’s and my “help”.

All amalgamating advantageously.  Some people and their poison, now simply entertainment.  I’m not stopping… 2024, the Nurse and I writing our book, starting something, whether a food blog or some aggrandized gallery of experience.  No idea, we just talk about working on something together.  This new year, brought alive.