PEACE.
Tag: Wine
Return to wine’s Story… #vinovinevin
Finding old shots, bringing back memories and telling me that the Literature is still there. Following…
jouRNal…
5-16-26 I’m 47 in 13 days. My first thought this morning. At house now, getting ready for day in Sonoma County with Nurse, visiting friend Taryn at her winery, just up the road a few miles from our condo, which still hasn’t fucking sold. I’m impatient, and not really sure what the fuck the realtor…
Wine revisit…
Memories and new pages, blended.
Wine. Returning…
Today the Nurse and I heading to Napa. Brunch then a tasting in Carneros area. What do I want from wine, some return? Do I want it as a “side hustle” or something more? Or, a book? Have to finish DECIDED first, I know, but I’m taking notes. I’m doing just what I urged students…
Memory
…from that wine life.
2015 Photog
Colors, peace, life…. Stories, PASSION.
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
notes
“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…