fermented grapes + clayton +
fermented grapes + clayton + more fermented grapes = broken glass and Cannes, France all over my living room
I have these little clear blown glass looking apothecary bottles of earth from places I've traveled on a shelf in my living room. I have little bits of sand, dirt, and stone from various cities in Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Turkey, Israel, Greece, Canada, various US destinations, various spots in the Middle East, Mexico, etc... blah, blah, blah... you get the picture... sentimental sand and dirt in bottles from places I have been, breathed the air, met the people, ate the food, experienced the culture... places that I want to remember and hold close to me so that I might not ever forget them. I took some earth to remind me. The tiny bottle holding Cannes, France is now resting peacefully (and also peace-fully) in my vacuum cleaner. Note to self: schedule vacation to the south of France next year to replace Cannes sand. Sean called me tonight and we had a great conversation. He's my brother from a different mother... and I love him dearly. Honestly, I don't think the tiny bottles would have been disturbed if I hadn't been messing with the phone cord during my convo with Sean (translation: if I hadn't been drinking so much yummy wine, I wouldn't have been so fascinated with the phone cord during my conversation with Sean, thus leading to my playing with it and causing said bottles to leap from their otherwise safe resting place). Do you think everything in life happens for a reason? or are we all victims of complete randomness resulting from the ever evolving entropy of our expanding, chaotic universe? more wine? Yippie!
I have these little clear blown glass looking apothecary bottles of earth from places I've traveled on a shelf in my living room. I have little bits of sand, dirt, and stone from various cities in Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Turkey, Israel, Greece, Canada, various US destinations, various spots in the Middle East, Mexico, etc... blah, blah, blah... you get the picture... sentimental sand and dirt in bottles from places I have been, breathed the air, met the people, ate the food, experienced the culture... places that I want to remember and hold close to me so that I might not ever forget them. I took some earth to remind me. The tiny bottle holding Cannes, France is now resting peacefully (and also peace-fully) in my vacuum cleaner. Note to self: schedule vacation to the south of France next year to replace Cannes sand. Sean called me tonight and we had a great conversation. He's my brother from a different mother... and I love him dearly. Honestly, I don't think the tiny bottles would have been disturbed if I hadn't been messing with the phone cord during my convo with Sean (translation: if I hadn't been drinking so much yummy wine, I wouldn't have been so fascinated with the phone cord during my conversation with Sean, thus leading to my playing with it and causing said bottles to leap from their otherwise safe resting place). Do you think everything in life happens for a reason? or are we all victims of complete randomness resulting from the ever evolving entropy of our expanding, chaotic universe? more wine? Yippie!
i think it’s the last one.. :) have a great vacation to the south of france!
Yeah it was great. I’d been feeling depressed since Thanksgiving and it was good to talk to you. I didn’t realize Camron was still there though! I’m sorry, we were on the phone for like two hours. Selfish, selfish me. Sorry Camron!
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