Why is it that a week away puts one a month behind? When we left for our annual pilgrimage to the land of wine and the Shaw Festival, it was August. And that's how I first entered the date for this post: "Thursday, or Thereabout - August..."
August what? Some head scratching ensued before I discovered how far behind I had fallen. Egads! how does that happen?
We returned home Sunday afternoon having enjoyed 5 idyllic days in Niagara-on-the-Lake...
and then two equally idyllic days with our son and daughter-in-law in Wainfleet, taking in the Marshville Heritage Festival,
Port Colborne,
Welland
and just hanging out.
But of course after all that bliss comes the laundry, the yardwork, the phone mail, and the email. Oh and then someone has to make supper! No printed menus to peruse, no ice water shimmering in fine glassware, no gleaming cutlery, no executive chef, no one to chop and clean, no servers, eager to please, and no artistry on a plate.
Not even for the dog...
Back home, the car had to be relieved of its burden - 103 bottles of wine. Yup, we brought home a bumper crop from wine country.
Cutting back this year? Apparently not.
I have spent the last two days cataloguing our purchases and I wish to report that all have been laid to rest in a cool, dark place. One by one they will rise to the table during the coming year, only to be consumed.
And it's place shall know it no more - well until next year.
Cheers!
©2015 April Hoeller
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