Meanwhile, back at the vineyard...

Some of the incredibly cool things about an old farmstead are the small details that lurk in the corners. Pictured above, the initials of the original owner of the farm, which he nailed into a beam with what looks like furniture tacks.

To try and describe to you how busy this weekend was would be nearly impossible, so instead I will tell you that with only myself and two other people working the tasting room, we sold SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS' worth of wine on Saturday.

On days like that, I don't remember any details - it's all a blur of dirty glasses, clean glasses, greeting, describing wines, pouring, pouring, pouring, opening bottles, putting empties aside, boxing and bagging, ringing up sales, and back to the beginning again. On days like that, the customers all start to look identical to me, and I have flashbacks and think that I've already described the wines to them, even though I know they just sat down and their glasses are still clean.

Happily, the owners were in laid-back mode and did not hawk us, so things went pretty smoothly. The winemaker's dog is now wearing a Halti, which is really intended for training a dog not to pull when you take them for a walk, but which doubles as a muzzle in a pinch. So no patrons were nipped, mauled, or had their clothes ripped. All in all, it was a pretty successful weekend.

I nearly dropped my teeth when Brenda said they had decided to open the tasting room today, Columbus Day, (my first day off after five working days) for two hours, and asked me if I could come in! Let's see... drive one hour to work two hours to drive another hour home?

I think not.

Besides, since my regular work days take up ten hours or more, the only time I have to do anything at all at my own house is on my "days off"!!!

I am going to interview with the other job tomorrow morning. We'll see what comes of it. My face may look haggard and I might be limping, but hell - my new haircut is smokin'.