Frankie Communicates at last! Nov. '03
Well it looks as if I’m back on line after a couple of days of nothing. Today at work it was very very slow, so I had a chance to read one whole book about the wine industry in Napa and Sonoma. It is such a fascinating subject! There were times when it looked as if the wine industry in California was doomed. One thing was a disease caused by a kind of bug that destroyed the vines from the roots up, and then there were the many years of prohibition when supposedly wineries were forbidden to make or sell wine. I think most of the winemakers secretly made wine in their cellars, so when the prohibtion ended they had supplies to sell right away. And then, too, churches were allowed to buy sacramental wine. It’s interesting, too, to read about each varietal such as Chardonnay, Cabernet, Syrah and all the others. Each is so distinctive and each pairs well with certain foods. It’s odd that all those years when my husband was buying and drinking the best French wine I never even tasted any. I still don’t drink very much—just a half a glass at the end of a working day. If truth were known, I would much rather have an ice cream soda or a chocolate milk shake, but then I have always had a sweet tooth.
Last night I was very tired from two days on my feet for over six hours each. So for the first time I abandoned everything else and hunkered down on my couch to watch a PBS movie. It was “Kayote Waits”, a mystery by Tony Hillerman. I have read every single one of his mysteries which all star a Navajo Detective and his sidekick. The last time I drove across the country with Tetsuzo Okudaira we stopped at Window Rock which is where the Navajo Nation Headquarters are. I fully expected to see Hillerman’s Chief Dectective walk out of one of the buildings. Incidentally it was on that trip that I was so embarrassed that someone from another country—Japan—could see in what miserable condition many of our native Americans are living.
But before settling down for the movie I had a wonderful surprise. There was a message on my answer phone from my son, Frankie, whom I hadn’t heard from in a couple of years. He and his Air Force wife have been living in Japan, but they are now in Okinawa and it seems it will be easy to communicate with them through Santa Rosa. I don’t understand how it works, but I’m so happy to be in communication with him again. He’s my rascal of a son, but I love him dearly. Maybe he inherited some of his naughtyness from me. My two husbands would certainly agree to that!!!
Tomorrow we are having an early Thanksgiving feast here at Fitch Mt. Terrace. Rod will cook the turkey and potatos, and the rest of us will supply other stuff. As for me, I will hit Safeway early to buy the usual whipped cream cake which is my donation. It’s such a pure joy to realize I have three whole days free from work. Off to bed I go!
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