I am so not an oenophile. I know that all three of today’s words are varieties of red wine. The only one of the three I am really well acquainted with is merlot. Once on an Alaska Airlines flight I got bumped into first class and remember being served several glasses of merlot and I did make a point of buying merlot again. That’s definitely not much of a wine story, I’m afraid.
In New Orleans there is a street called Burgundy, but it is pronounced differently than the wine. (burr GUN dee Street) I suppose to be fair I should attempt at least a sentence about claret, although honestly I don’t believe I’ve had any and probably would not recognize it if you handed me a glass of it.
I found myself un-liking a Facebook page this morning. A headline in my screen caught my eye and I clicked through to read the article. But the blog had a very garish design and a boat load of ugly ads. And the article was very poorly written. I got the distinct impression that the writer was not a native English speaker and spent a lot of time and effort reading about ‘how to make money blogging’, and not nearly enough effort at creating real quality content. When I went back to Facebook and found the item had been placed in my stream by some page I had liked, I immediately went over and un-liked the page. (And yes I do see the irony in complaining about crappy content just after quite failing to write a post about the three kinds of wine my friend Harold Gardner suggested. )
I am almost finished writing the new sections for Walking Down The Avenue. I hope in the next couple of days to finish with the first draft. Then it will be time to let it sit, then proofread and edit and the proofread and edit again, then send it off to the copy editor and get ready to publish. It is still sunny like summer here in the Northwest, though the temperature is pleasantly cool. Fall really is a favorite time of the year for me. And there is no mention of what happened on this date a few years back anywhere in this post.