Thursday, November 14, 2013

Red Rock

10 years ago I had the awesome job of hanging out in Santa Barbara. I drank wine and sat on the beach. I listened to music and cooked with friends. Life was grand. 

My parents came to visit one summer and we went out to Solvang for the day. We stopped into a small store that was doing wine tastings and I bought a few bottles of this Red Rock Syrah. 

After enjoying those bottles with friends, I eventually opted to buy a case. I never did that before nor since so you can imagine how I much I enjoyed this wine. 

Now we have just 1 bottle left (well techincally a bottle and a half, but that won't last long). We decided it was a good night to indulge in my favorite wine. I hoped that it was still good. Although the cork was dried out, we managed to filter those pieces out with a coffee filter (from an art project at work...clean of course).

The smell was exactly right. The taste just as wonderful as my first sip so many years ago. I don't have a sophisticated palate (in fact I don't really know what that means). But this wine, sigh, was perfect. 

They say any bottle of wine can be wonderful in the right company. Tonight I understood. Nothing exceptional about today, just a regular Thursday night, made special with this bottle. 

The vineyard still exists although I don't think they bottle the wine under this label any more. I will be doing some research tomorrow. 

Red Rock Syrah, thank you for the memories. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Village

It's said that it takes a village to raise a child. I am buying into it. 

This week I had lunch with a friend. Taking that hour and a half to chat made me feel like a human again. As we parted ways, I mentioned how I need to see my friends more. They are my village. 

They keep me human. They help to keep my head above water. They give me the strength to carry on. They help me to see the forest from the trees. They make me laugh. 

Why has it taken me so long to realize? Why do I forget this?