6:42pm. Of course now the laptop wants to cooperate, after I vented all over the social and bloody space and place about it. This Rhône blend talking to me as most don’t. Maybe ‘cause it’s from Monterey and I one day want to secure a dwelling of any size there by the beach. Pairing the blend—composition of which I have no clue—with Sun Chips, I think sour cream and onion ode. Yes? Lifting up bag on side, learning I opened upside-down… and no. French Onion. Either way, nice harmony between the two bodies.
French Onion… have I had this before? Tomorrow to Healdsburg to get a haircut then maybe a little tasting. Want to put more, more into this, more… this blogging effort and step, how people see me as a blogger. I’m no longer concerned with books, or at least not now. It’s about the wine, this story. This journal. This ME project. Who is Mike Madigan and what the fuck does he want? About to turn 40… ran 9 miles yesterday on tread which he can still feel. Today the company meeting hearing CEO talk and more than forwarded and fiery from his humility and knowledge, his containment, speak.
I see my office. Right there. Healdsburg Square.
Learning from Now that I need to calm down. Not be so pressuring of self, Mike’s character. Sun nearly all the way in its down. Will go on patio and drink the rest of this blend. Pour Self more. Tomorrow in Healdsburg. Where do I go, taste?
Feel like bed’s an option now. Right now. Go upstairs, make coffee for morning first, and bed in bed. Sleep. The wine doesn’t communicate much to me right now so what’s the point in staying up hoping it gives me some vision… some business counsel. That’s what I want.. some free counsel for business. Okay, a side of me says, I’m right here.
What do I do now?
What you’re doing right now.
Amplify, intensity, diversify.
I’ve heard that before from this voice and I follow it, or try. I’m everywhere in my head after a longer than long week.
Then the red takes a shift. Becomes more than wine. Starts spelling certain spells and singing to me in odd octaves, saying that the day has taught me something. What, it demand. I try to explain but just take another sip, look left at the couch where I’ll be with babies in the morning, then think of them tonight going to bed, my daughter being silly and bragging about her new bed, and how no one can sit on it but her.
What wines do people want? I’ve all but given up on wine as a business, saying now I want to be a professional consumer, whatever that is. Can I start my own store? Open one. Then another.. then another. I don’t know. I’ll play with the idea, but cautiously.
Old videos from my winemaking days, now having me thinking of other approaches. Need this scattered ness to stop. Write about everything and have that be your one thing. Yeah, that could be a plan, right?