mondavi special reserve 1997
sometimes, a good glass of wine is all it takes to take the blues away. particularly a good cabernet from a particular year... 1997, to name one.
today, i saw a lady that reminded me of someone far far away. and i always have moments like those. see a familiar face and recall a time and place that i would never think about otherwise. as i was having lunch today, i saw this older woman by an atm machine. and she reminded me of this sweet middle-aged woman that i met when i lived in kazakhstan. she was like the keyholder of this missionary compound that i stayed at when i first arrived in almaty. she didn't speak a lick of english but whenever she saw me she'd smile and always motioned her hand to her face as if spooning food to her mouth: did you eat? (that must be an international greeting of some sort!) her eyes would crinkle and she'd smile when i told her, i did. shoot, i was always hungry out there. and i always ate. it must have been the cold siberian air. but anyway, the lady at the atm machine reminded me of this lady... and i can't even remember her name now.
just feeling a little out of place today. not sure why. it could be the fact that it's that time of the month... or maybe it's the weather. or it could be the wine. not sure.
OH! THANK YOU mrbelvedere!!! got my burnt pizzicato fives! :)
today, i saw a lady that reminded me of someone far far away. and i always have moments like those. see a familiar face and recall a time and place that i would never think about otherwise. as i was having lunch today, i saw this older woman by an atm machine. and she reminded me of this sweet middle-aged woman that i met when i lived in kazakhstan. she was like the keyholder of this missionary compound that i stayed at when i first arrived in almaty. she didn't speak a lick of english but whenever she saw me she'd smile and always motioned her hand to her face as if spooning food to her mouth: did you eat? (that must be an international greeting of some sort!) her eyes would crinkle and she'd smile when i told her, i did. shoot, i was always hungry out there. and i always ate. it must have been the cold siberian air. but anyway, the lady at the atm machine reminded me of this lady... and i can't even remember her name now.
just feeling a little out of place today. not sure why. it could be the fact that it's that time of the month... or maybe it's the weather. or it could be the wine. not sure.
OH! THANK YOU mrbelvedere!!! got my burnt pizzicato fives! :)