The Rambling

I know I should write about the wine industry here, and I know I have the one angle no one else seems to want to touch right now.

I know it will be controversial, too. And not very healthy for me. All good reasons to go ahead and write.

Yesterday I did a little search to see if there were any possibilites for
small business grants through government programs. There are, lots of them. For $500 I can find out all about them.

I want to sell the vineyard, lock up the practice, sell my shares in the family business, move to a place where I can walk everywhere I want to go, and find a new life doing something I never realized I would love.

I want to make friends with my father, who’s lonely, and frightened of losing his memory and his faculties, his eyesight and his driving license. He still hates me though, so it’s not possible.

My husband is a good man who needs someone more suitable, someone happy and secure. He needs a woman with a stable financial foundation and the ability to either look after every minute detail of his life herself or the ability to hire someone to do this for him.

We’re not the people we were when we met.