Aborted Trip

I was supposed to be in China this week, flying on Saturday.  On Friday, I started feeling terrible--achy, very very tired, stomach uneasy, that sort of thing. When I talked to my direct manager, he said he had changed his mind the day before and he was making the trip too. Well, between my health and cost savings, I agreed to stay home. 


A good thing too, I spent Friday afternoon and most of Saturday being a lump. It would have been terrible to have flown to China like that.   


I can report that Shauna continues to defy all rational expectation and you can find her dancing, running and playing with white dog for a rather lengthy session on a daily basis.  That dog is amazing! 


My picture library is a real mess so I have started a project to get it all cleaned up. This involved buying a 2T network hard drive at Costco and uploading all the pictures from all of my computers on to it.  I am still uploading. Once there, I have purchased a program that seeks and kills duplicate files.  Then I can reorganize by date, etc. and get them all in order. 


In the process of doing this, I found this iPhone picture that I took somewhere along the line. The wine is immaterial, its the handwriting that is so poignant. When we remodeled the kitchen, we put in two wine coolers with a collective storage of well over 200 bottles. We then joined several vintner's wine clubs and selectively added wine to the coolers.  


With each shipment, Mary would carefully read the vintner's notes and write the "best years to consume" date on the bottles before she laid them down (as the expression is used out here.)

This is a picture of two of the bottles with Mary's handwriting declaring she'd like to drink  the one on the right between 2012 and 2014 and the one on the left beginning in 2016. 


Maybe it was because I was so down and out this weekend, but I sure felt her absence big time these last few days.  


Ciao, 


P