Poem: 2pm Grape Pound With Kathy at Corcilla And Non-Septic Erin

What’s a bit of day grape-ing? The trick is to do a tasting so you drink lots but fancy, not barfly.

I also wrote a poem about boobs recently, but I can’t post a poem about my old face and one about huge boobs on two consecutive weeks. So, you’ll have to wait a couple weeks for that one. Today you get one about day drinking.

2pm Grape Pound With Kathy at Corcilla And Non-Septic Erin

We set the tasting early
	Kathy’s kids don’t like her gone
	Mine say, “You’re not returning soon, 
		right?”

What’s a bit of day grape-ing?
	The trick is to do a tasting
	So you drink lots but fancy
		not barfly.

Erin the owner pours grenache
	A whiff of smoke from 2020 fires,
	She claims, but doesn’t taste like it
		a bit.

She doesn’t have blood poisoning
	Like my PICC-lined Erin friend
	Unless you count
		the wine.

The sun gleams in the street
	And the window umbrella sits
	On display sand that awaits the autumn
		shopvac.

Kathy, though, the real warmth
	Brighter flame than the blinding sky ball
	Sister-in-law, sure, but I drop the
		in-law.

Not necessary but always appreciated

Why does this exist? (a stuffy artist statement)

My sister-in-law found a cute little tasting room for a boutique wine label called Corcilla. The room is right on Main Street, five minutes from both of us, so of course we had to go. But, kids. Hers have decided they don’t like her being out at night, so the obvious solution was to go at 2:00pm on a Thursday. Makes it a little difficult not to feel like a wino.

On the upside, we had tons of fun, the wine was delicious, and the proprietor thought my boob poem that I wrote while I waited for Kathy to show up was hilarious.

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Something that stuck with me this week:

This month has been quiet, and I’ve felt really weird about it. No extra things on the calendar, no big events. For the first two weeks it felt weird. I felt weird. But that then I realized that if I hadn’t been chronically overbusy for months on end, a normal level of busy wouldn’t feel off.

So, this month I am actively viewing as a recalibration to a level of busy that feels good to me. That’s what I want to get used to so that too much feels bad instead of normal. And you know what happened? As soon as that gear started to adjust down, I started writing again. Like a lot. And I’m back working on my book. Ahhh, bliss. I’ll have pages for you soon.

And now, an Irish blessing because I like those:

May you have love that never ends,
Lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
And may God send many blessings to you!

I post on Friday mornings

Just so you know what to expect. I may also post at other times, but for sure on Friday mornings (I shoot for 6:00am PST delivery so we can sip coffee together and celebrate another week done, but I don’t always make that). See you then!

About Rachel

Working on a scifi book series about a girl who just wants to heal her father from his terminal illness but inadvertently sparks an intergalactic incident instead.