Dear Ms. Inconsiderate,

Can you explain to me why, in a bus stop shelter with other people, you would light up a cigarette? You are exposing us to all if your cancer fumes. The last thing I want is to smell like your dirty habit.

Next time I am going to kick you in the shins.

Love,
Michie

I have been blogging over at Pebbles’ website a little more than I have been blogging here. But I thought I would give everyone an update…. a long overdue update.

This harvest Winemonkey has been hard at work. I haven’t gotten to see him much, even when I travel out to Santa Rosa to see him. On the bright side, our wine label is starting to take form. We received about a ton of zinfandel grapes last Wednesday and the fermentations have already begun. It was a little sooner than Winmonkey would like, but you can’t control nature, you can just yield to it when it takes over.

We have registered our domain name, although we haven’t started setting up a website just yet. We have also been in touch with the artist that is going to make our wine labels. Although now that everyone is in the full swing of harvest, it feels like everything but the actual wine has taken a back burner. I imagine that come November, we will be gearing up to get all of our licenses and making decisions on when we will bottle our 2007 vintage.

It is hard to believe that just two years ago, this was all just a dream. And now, with our team of four, we are bringing it all together.

I should have a category called “I’m am idiot”. Because this story should totally be filed under it.

There is a laundry room my building that has one washer and one dryer. And in order to get to it, you have to go outside and then down a steep set if stairs into a creepy basement. No way. Not this girl.

So I take my laundry out to Santa Rosa or to lisa or miss p’s house. For almost a YEAR now. And not once have I left my laundry. Until this time.

All of laundry in Santa Rosa. Not a thing to wear to work. Winemonkey was kind enough to meet me halfway with my clothes on Tuesday.

Hopefully I can also file this under “things that will never happen again”.

This weekend will be my first weekend out at the winery for harvest. I have mixed feelings about the situation. Last year, I worked the whole harvest. From beginning to end. And this year I am at a job in Sacramento, only hearing about the days through Winemonkey, who is exceptionally tired when he gets home from work.

So tomorrow I will be getting up earlier than I do for my weekday job, stand in the hot sun and sort through grapes. And I couldn’t be happier about it. Although last weekend I got a taste of what it is like to not have to worry about anyone other than myself and ultimately do whatever I feel like. This weekend is going to be nothing like that weekend.