Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Seven
The morning arrived so quickly.
We are there, on time, and it feels a little bit like a miracle.
Opening day. Bright, clear morning. Energy. Two kids walk toward the home plate and sit to play the cello.
She mentions anticipatory sadness, and I know that feeling far too frequently.
She puts on 90s rap playlist. Songs I haven’t heard in a decade or more, and yet the lyrics are still embedded in my brain.
I think about how familiar this road is to me now. With the familiar, there is no fear.
A la Heart Cafe. Ceaser salad with chicken. Black cherry kombucha. Three cookbooks. I blame it on the sun.
The girls want to see on playing. I want to keep the light on my face.
Just calm down.
Maybe it is time for a break. Time to rest and repair. Acknowledge the loss and approach it with care.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Six
In the dream, the monster is on one side of the girl, and I am on the other. The more and more I try to make the monster leave, the more he digs in his claws. I am terrified. The girl’s cries are louder and louder.
I turn over and see that is only 1 a.m. which is both a relief and a burden. I don’t want to go back to that dream.
I scribble into my journal. Three pages fill up quicky. I find the glue sticks and scissors and grab a stack of magazines. I glue the last few words before dashing out the door for work.
Let’s make this a fun Friday.
I feel my heels sticking to the mud as we walk between the vines. Not the worst shoe to wear, but not the best. Some of the bird boxes are crooked.
We eat inside the greenhouse. Steak frites and lemonade for me.
Fresh air and a walk that is also work.
Sun on my face. Blinding. I don’t mid. It’s taking the chill off.
I stare out across the horizon at the green hills, the blue sky, trees.
All of this.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Five
In the dream, he is telling her that it’s done, and we aren’t even halfway through the year. She asks me for more. I say, “no.”
I stop by the office to make myself a decaf before I head down to the warehouse. It is just me and the power washers.
I can’t stop myself from thinking. “Too much time in the car,” I say to myself. I turn off the podcast so that the only words I hear are my own.
I listen intently to drown out my own thoughts. Cones and shields. Mosel and Alsace.Whites and reds.
This feeling is only temporary.
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
Taking my time.
Here they are. All three of them. What a difference a year makes.
Down 9-0 to tie at 10-10 to lose 15-11.
“We didn’t come this far to only come this far.”
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Four
In the dream, he argues with her about values.
Early morning calls. A quick wave of doubt.
I get to the office early. It is still raining, and the sky is gray. I set the meditation timer for five minutes.
She convinces me that we must keep the meeting.
I like this setup better.
Leftover tomato soup. I pull the crusts off of the pizza. I eat alone at my desk and read a book while I savor the warmth of the soup.
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
She asks me about my hair, but there is something so genuine and honest about the question that I am not bothered by it. We talk about fires, mudslides, and life in the valley. Also, I should be given a golf cart.
This is what I love about wine.
Friendship.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Three
The rain is back. I should have listened to him and eaten yesterday’s lunch outside.
I can do this. Only 200 words.
I make myself a decaf coffee before heading upstairs to prepare for the day. First one in means quiet, and that’s exactly what I need.
I tell her later that I realize that I don’t have much of a poker face, and so I’m sure I didn’t look that pleased and man, it really sucks when you can’t hide it. But also, maybe it’s a gift.
So much rain.
I know exactly why I’ve been put in the middle.
I am angrier than I want to be.
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but
don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
The sound of the rain on the roof.
She says to be wary of your rage.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Two
In the dream, she is calling me to tell me that people are calling her because we misspelled Giugni’s Deli.
Sun, sun, sun.
I tell her about the dream. She laughs. She’s the only one I know who will get it. She’s the only one who feels more anxious about the emails than I do.
Acai bowl; two decaf coffees. A lot of talk about the past, the present, the future. Cool air blowing against the skin.
I don’t have time for words. It’s just the click-clacking of my keyboard
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
Over and over and over in my mind.
I hit send and then wonder if it was the right thing to say, the right thing to send. But then I remember rule #6.
Leftovers.
The lingering light.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-One
He comes back today, and I am curious about what version of himself he will be upon his return.
Gillwood’s. Two egg (scrambled) breakfast with home fries and bacon and wheat toast. Freshly squeezed orange juice. Decaf coffee. Just the three of us.
Rain, rain, go away.
I can’t get the third one figured out.
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
More tea.
I immediately question everything I think I am doing, everything I think I know. I start to think that I will never know.
I think I’ve figured it out.
He’s talking and talking and talking. This is a good thing.
“Regulate” starts to play, and I am instantly transported to a dimly lit fraternity house, red solo cup in hand, friends. I am remembering feeling free in a way that I no longer feel or feel as though I never have the opportunity to feel. This is neither a good nor a bad thing. It just is.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-One
No alarm.
I was not expecting all of this sunshine. So grateful for all of this sunshine.
I don’t think I realized he could/did talk this much. He’s really into classic cars - and Monty Python.
He forgot his cleats.
She says something about how we are scheduled for 5:30pm and not 11:00am and the handful of us are looking at each other in disbelief.
I am surprised by this conversation, but I am grateful for it. I tell her that if she’s doing all of those sports, then why not just add golf?
Back home we go. “This is a good day to forget your cleats,” he says.
I sit at the stoplight and watch the tourists pile up at the intersections. I remind myself that I live in a place people come for vacation; that is something to be grateful for.
“That’s because you don’t have brothers.”
Yes. It was still the right choice.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty
No Zero Hour.
I remind myself that I’m moving slowly because I only slept for three hours the night before.
I feel weird about all this bread being exposed, but I order myself a morning bun anyway.
Desk move day.
Before I get out of the golf cart, we talk about how hard it is to be a parent.
More sun. More sun. More sun.
What in the world is happening here?
L-shape for the win. I might sit down more now. “Office is looking nice,” he yells down the catwalk.
As much of a mess as I thought it would be.
“I won't say I'm no better than anybody else, but I'll be danged if I ain't just as good!”
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Nine
He’s not awake yet.
I’m not being a jerk. I’m trying to get us all out of the house on time.
Long, dark, quiet ride.
They stop my bag. I think the hold-up is the bajillion pens and pencils until I remember that my wine key is in the pocket. She says I can check it. I tell her I’m just trying to escort my minor to his gate. I can’t tell if she’s feigning pity.
I may regret this decision.
A very bad accident.
He pushes on bones and muscles and presses on ligaments and joints. I don’t always know what he’s doing, but it feels like magic.
Sun, sun, sun.
At first, the group is small, but then it grows, one by one by one. I think I count 9 girls. That’s a good little group of incoming freshmen. I get a little excited.
But what do we have? Each other.
He is doing just fine.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Seven
2-something in the morning. I really need to go to sleep.
I really need to go to sleep.
Thick, dark clouds. Raindrops clinging to the windows.
I listen to the words coming out of his mouth and can do nothing else but lower my gaze. I am almost certain that I am smirking, but there’s nothing I can do to hide it.
Turns out there are a lot of things happening soon. Really soon.
Screens keep flickering. Power. So much water. And now the wind. Is that one going to fall over? It looks like it could snap any minute.
He says that the power is out. What is the backup plan for dinner?
I reread the letter. What is it about the letter that is getting to me?
Turley Zinfandel while waiting for the burgers. Trying to find the warmest heater under which to stand but we’re getting colder and colder and colder.
I tell him not to worry: the three of us are already planning a trip.
Still no power. Cords running through the house. Showers in the dark. Wishing I had been hungry enough to eat my burger while it was still warm. It feels like Friday.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Six
That came faster than I thought.
I tell him that I want my half-hot-water-half-coffee but that I need to eat breakfast before I do. But I’m not hungry. But I want the half-hot-water-half-coffee. But I’m not hungry.
One corner of coffee cake.
It’s coming together.
Path of least resistance.
Trying not to roll my eyes.
He tells us about the time he worked at Don Giovanni and how he had an hour-long lunch break and went to the bar and got drunk, but that he went back to work to finish his shift. The managers told him he was drunk, but he told them he was fine. I’m just trying to hide my horror while I fumble with the menu.
He tells me that the rain is supposed to come hard and heavy tonight and that he’s going to open the fire road in case the base of the hill floods.
Not my problem.
I miss them.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Five
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Forgot about the time change.
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Still no yoga for me.
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I lay in bed a little bit longer, stare out the window into the soft morning light.
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Long to-dos for a Sunday.
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Slowly making my way through the piles of things sitting in front of the fireplace.
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What next?
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I keep telling myself that I just need to find another way to get everyone else organized, everyone else more self-sufficient, and then things will be easier for me.
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I set the legos outside on the deck. All but the Mandolorian. I can’t bring myself to give that one away.
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Exactly how I thought it would be.
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A second helping of Ceasar Salad before the next speech. The smell of old wood and bad wine and brownies. The anxiety of running across Highway 29 not once, but twice.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Four
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The rain is back.
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I try to look for a break in the weather for us to be together. It doesn’t look promising but I hold a time anyway.
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So, there is a game after all.
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Ham and cheese quiche from Station. Coffee from home.
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We both agree that this is the good thing about baseball we love most - time to be with one another.
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The rain keeps falling and falling and falling.
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Tomato soup and homemade croutons.
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I think about her words and realize she is right. She is right. And that means making a different decision.
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Libraries as a refuge.
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Clarity is key.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Three
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Forgot to turn off the alarm.
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It’s not raining. And I think maybe even the sun will come out.
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I really need to get these computer pieces out of my car.
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Another day of school drop-off and pick-up, half-water-half-coffee spilling out of the spout of my mug, staring through raindrops on the window.
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I think I’m closer.
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We eat in what is in effect a greenhouse. It is surprisingly warm and sunny. Steak frites and lemon meringue pie. I almost lose track of time.
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I ask her if I can show her my big babies. I show her big babies dancing. “Big babies dancing?”
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As soon as we start walking through the campus I feel a little bit of nostalgia, maybe even a bit of jealousy. Those unfinished years still haunt me.
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UC Davis Archives and Special Collections. A French wine text dated 1515. A Spanish wine text dated 1297. Dottie and John.
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These little moments.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Two
Thank goodness.
She comments on the weight of my book bag. But how am I supposed to carry everything?
He feels around the crown of my head, presses on the bones on the back of my ear, stretches my neck up. Every touch is an attempt to ease the pain and discomfort in some other part of my body. She says that a break in the bone is often a much faster recovery than ligament damage.
I don’t know why I don’t like this place.
I step back into the rain.
It’s been so long since I’ve done school pick-up.
Talking myself into and out of ideas.
I am not mad at the cancellations. I need a break from the busyness. The rain just keeps coming and coming and coming.
Station Pizza. Worth it?
Remembering that the path toward clarity is often created by discovering what you don’t want.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-One
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The last day.
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No grits today.
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Forgot to turn the lights off on the golf cart.
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If she compliments you, it’s for real.
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I tell her that I feel like my children are leaving the nest to go out into the world. Is it weird to say you’re going to miss a room full of strangers? But they’re not strangers anymore, and I guess that is why it feels like this.
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What am I going to do now?
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All I can think about is just how good the energy was in that room.
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I quickly move outside. Too many people in the cafeteria. I am peopled out.
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Chopin and email catch-up and daydreaming.
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“The future of wine is you.” - John Brecher
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty
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12:32 a.m. Oh. No.
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I lay awake and think about the sequence of events. If I were to lay it all out for someone else, what would they think? I think they would agree with me.
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More melatonin to try to squeeze in a few more hours before the 5:30 alarm.
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“I just need to know for me,” I say.
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Not enough time.
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Need less.
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“You must have a low tolerance for bullshit.” “I do, and that’s part of the problem.”
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Why is wine important?
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I tell her that even though I am looking forward to a bit of rest, I am going to miss having them here. I am going to miss the energy of this group; I am going to miss the conversations, the laughter, the insights, the inspiration.
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Life is so beautiful and strange.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Thirty-Nine
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The sound of heavy rain on the roof.
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A quick scan of the weather. We should catch a break. I pray we catch a break.
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Grits.
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I cut our usual morning call short; people are early. This group is particularly punctual.
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What am I giving?
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“The most important ingredient of creativity is constraint.” - Elaine Chukan Brown
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The best day. The very best day.
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I tell her it’s also refreshing to experience this through their eyes; to be reminded of how fortunate I am to be where I am, doing what I’m doing.
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Too many thoughts to put into words.
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A fox runs across the back deck. Another sign.
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The best day. The very best day.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Thirty-Eight
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In the dream, she issues me a warning.
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In the dream, I also lost my folder and my books. I search and search and search, and I can’t find anything that belongs to me.
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Also, in this dream, they are trying to teach me a piece of music and are frustrated with me because I cannot read the sheet music.
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Go time.
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It’s good we are doing this, even though it is hard. And at least it is not raining. And at least it is with people I like and admire.
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He drives me in a cart up the road to the base of my house. I begin to make my way up the stairs, and, oh boy. The watch says 63 flights.
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Kimono.
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Favorites: 2006 Burgess Cabernet Sauvignon; 2013 Gallica Cabernet Sauvignon; 2008 Lang & Reed Cabernet Franc; 2003 Mayacamas Cabernet Sauvignon.
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Dessert, please.
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She says she’s feeling awestruck. I am feeling the same.
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So, so, so much gratitude.