Rubberband Relationships
Lovefool fits Elliott to a T, and if he was human, he would be singing it when he feels neglected. LOVE ME LOVE ME SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME. Because like any man, that is when he wants loving, when he has to chase you around because you are busy doing other things. He bats at your feet as you walk by him, he yowls, he throws himself on the ground in front of you, Twinkie bellies up in the air with body language that screams "PET ME" .
And if, when you have some time, you try to scratch him behind the ears, he squirms, and blank stares at you as if he was thinking "YECH, you are crowding me woman". During the conversation with my friend to establish the man analogy, she noted "well, he also climbs all over you all night long". How fitting.
It is that hot and cold that makes me feel a bit like a rubber band right now. An old one, the kind that doesn't spring back as quickly as it used to. "Just be careful, because when he lets go of it, it could really snap back and hurt". Advise from Mom.
People say all the time, time heals all wounds. I don't believe it. It is forgetting that helps you heal, time can help that process. If you allow yourself to forget.
Yesterday was IKEA, watching Rebecca, and yeah well, Rockband. What rock stars drink a nicely chilled (with ice cubes, I'm not a snob) Semillion from Ahlgren Vineyards while playing? Ok, maybe we're not quite rock stars. But anyway. It was good.
People say all the time, time heals all wounds. I don't believe it. It is forgetting that helps you heal, time can help that process. If you allow yourself to forget.
Yesterday was IKEA, watching Rebecca, and yeah well, Rockband. What rock stars drink a nicely chilled (with ice cubes, I'm not a snob) Semillion from Ahlgren Vineyards while playing? Ok, maybe we're not quite rock stars. But anyway. It was good.
Two weekends filled with fabulous wine tasting resulted maybe in alot of wine. 2+ cases. Or so. Western side of the Santa Cruz mountains the first weekend, McHenry (MUST HAVE), Big Basin, Ahlgren, David Bruce (because it was on the way to the other side, mmmm Petite Syrah), Silver Mountain, Burrell School (because they were still open as we drove by.) Of course, Los Altos Grill with a McHenry Pinot for dinner.
Last weekend it was Chaine d'Or. We get out of the car at 11:15 am (or so). This is THE important stop of the day. Sophie comes BOUNDING down the driveway to greet us (well, to get petted), her older "sister" takes her time, but is also a sweetheart, they are both still wet from the pool. Gary shows up, introduces himself, and invites us in to the house and all the divine wine. (I swear, every year I threaten them with moving in, Gary chuckles and says if I stay overnight they may have to charge me. As long as they don't call the cops, I figure I'm good.)
Can't even describe how amazing the wine is. The people. The vineyard. The house. Did I mention I want to just stay there all day? This year they had another vineyard pouring too, Stefania. Some People may have bought a $45 bottle of their 2005 Cab untasted, we just had a sip (or two) from the barrel of the 2006 they are bottling in a month or two. After Chaine d'Or nothing else really mattered. Went to Los Gatos, a few tasting rooms, the Hotel, drank some bubbly (Equinox), a couple of good rose wines, celebrity sighting of Peggy Fleming in her tasting room, and then drove back up into the Mountains to Nonno's Restaurant. Decided to hang out there for the rest of the day, snacking and wine tasting; Sones Cellars, Santa Cruz Mountain Vineyard with their Mountain Boys, and brandy (!!!), as well as some other Vineyards. (Things MAY have been getting a little fuzzy at this point.) Then back down to Los Gatos and AMAZING fish at Steamer's. God I love the Santa Cruz Mountains. Great company, great wine, great weather, great music. Life is pretty awesome on days like these. (Brie & Basil Baguette sandwiches helped too.)
It sort of makes you both forget; the boring, and right now very uncertain, bits of every day life; but also appreciate the little things in life that make you happy. Finished the stealth knitting project. Both socks. Fucking incredible. But now the pressure is off, thankfully, and it's time for an easier project. Picked up the "Print O' The Wave" stole which has been in hybernation for, oh, a year and a half or so. Also Mommy's 60th is in mid-September. What should I knit for her? Besides something super fancy schmancy.
Of course there's been a shitload of Rockband, hence crazy insane deadline knitting on Wednesday-Thursday of this week. Those damn socks should be called Rockband. Love Rockband. But not my blue drum so much. Because it is fucking broken. RMA on Monday. Good thing the second guitar showed up, so we can still play three people at least at once. Also with the heat, some easy and new cooking from Everyday Foods.
Ending with gratuitous super-cuteness.
Miss the Orange Boys and the Girl like mad when they're not around. It is what it is. For now.