May 21, 2020

iGreco Savu

I promise, whomever upset the Powers That Be, please light some incense, put some flowers on the alter, and say a prayer or twenty.  I’ve been working through the entire lock down.  I don’t have (much of) a reason to drink daily.  Until you look at the other things going on.

In April, we replaced the motor to our garage door because the old one quit.  In May we had to let go of a much-loved staff member (it nearly killed us).  A week and a half later, the husband’s car dies suddenly and we have to replace it.  Once we replace it and go home to get the title to the old one, we realize our bank in another town has the title and it’s Saturday and we can’t even talk to anyone until Monday.  On Sunday night, the spring to the garage door breaks.

Congratulations on making it half way through May.  If you’re lucky, you’ll make it to June when you can replace the stove and the dishwasher (both of which aren’t working properly) and don’t forget you need the gutters cleaned and the roof inspected.  I’m not even complaining about the lack of opportunity for a haircut (pretty much everyone can see at this point how much white is in my hair anyway), my missed dental appointment, or the insane hoops we’re jumping through just so we can have summer camp at work.

I’m honestly embarrassed by the number of wine bottles that have been in my recycling as of late. 

Thankfully, Sunday was a sunny day.  My husband and I made the trip up to one of our favorite wineries for wine, cheese, and charcuterie.  The temperature was in the eighties and I even got some color on my skin.  When I got home, I opened the bottle for this blog to enjoy on the back porch.

Sadly, I wasn’t completely happy with this wine.   If I’ve ever found a rose that is a winter wine – this is it.  The color is dark, almost orange, with a nose of strawberry and a hint of vinegar.  The first day it was open there was cinnamon and a bit of spice on the pallet.  The spice backed off on the second day, but it was still very heavy for a rose.  Fruits aren’t too sweet and not heavy on the strawberry/melon side, which is what I expect from a summer rose.

I might buy this again (it was part of my wine club this month) and keep it for Thanksgiving.  It would be great with Thanksgiving turkey.

Hopefully, the world will be righted again by the time Thanksgiving arrives.  I sincerely do mean what I said – someone owes the Universe an apology.  I’m tired of her taking it all out on us.  Thankfully, everything that has gone wrong is fixable and not permeant.  I still have my job, my life, and my family.  I try to remember this and I dread the “next thing that might go wrong.”  Realistically, this shall pass.  Right?