Sunday, September 13, 2009

Life in Two Places - and Love from a Toddler

Having a rather strange week this week... it's fermentation time out at the vineyard, so we're commuting in to school from there... and checking on the house every so often. Fortunately we have great neighbors who keep a watchful eye on things for us.. but it feels weird to have your life split between two places. The 45 minute commute each a.m. is not so bad... I get a lot of papers graded or napping done, depending on how tired I am. By the way, we're offline at the vineyard which explains why I am not on here as much lately.

As the wine simmers (yes, it actually bubbles as it ferments) it smells very yeasty - sort of like when you mix bread dough. Things are going well so far and next year's vintages should be good ones.

Our kids are now in ensconced in their new home. We stopped over to see them last night and Sydney let out a whoop and a squeal as we came in the door... and then she dashed into our arms grinning like crazy. It felt SO amazing to be loved that much by a little person! Gret said she's been asking for us each morning but seeing her last night so happy just made my heart go all mushy!

3 comments:

Dawn said...

We hereby file an official request for pictures of the Jameson house in its completed state. Express shipping. Please. ;)

C Staude said...

We'll do that... we're presently guiding the fermentation of the 2009 grape harvest so aren't near computers at night...but will shoot one soon.
Maybe Gretchen and Leon will post before then, but maybe not...their lives are all still in boxes!

DawnK said...

That vineyard sure keeps you busy! My dad makes wine, so I know the yeasty smell of which you speak! It is fun to watch things bubble along. He just had a few jugs in the basement, though, not 1200 pounds of anything. He made rhubarb, gooseberry, cherry, and peach, that I can remember. It was always so good. Now, I think he makes less wine, because he's more into brewing beer now!

I remember helping pit a bucket full of Door County cherries, when I was in high school. We had a gizmo that clamped onto the table and put the fruit in one place and the pits in another, so it was really pretty easy.