Some times, just some times, I wish I would just kick back and relax without feeling the urge to take pictures of our supper, our wine, then write about it. But, I love it, so even on a quiet Saturday evening such as this, with a tomato-beef-mushroom pasta sauce on the burble on the stove, and a glass of wine beside me, I get an simple joy posting my little diary entry for the day. There’s a picture of the wine as you can see. The sauce kept steaming up my lens, so I gave that up lest the steam would ruin some electronic doohickeys in the camera.

My readership dropped the last day, and I am feeling a wee bit twitchy that I’ve lost you. Or, maybe you all have proper lives and are socializing with human beings and not sitting in front of the computer 75% of you waking day.

For your entertainment pleasure, here I am juggling flaming torches in one hand, while standing on a ball, holding a hoop in the other hand and hoping the tiger waiting to jump through it ate his supper.

Believe it or not, Michael and I are going to integrate with humanity this evening as we take in the play Any Night at the Art Barns. This is a good thing, because presently we are back-to-back in our computer rooms, each of sitting at our respective computer-machines, glass of wine beside each, and both of us plugged into our own iPods – me listening to U2, and Michael to Emerson Lake and Palmer. Maybe this is why we’ve lasted together over 24 years?

At the rate I’m going through my wine, it will be a surprise if I can make it to the Arts Barns without tipping over. Especially since we are forgoing supper until after the play. I don’t know about you, but I find it awfully uncomfortable sitting for 90 minutes or whatever it is with a tummy full of food. And we won’t even talk about how I feel if that food decides to ferment into gas, and well… you know…. I’m not quite at the age where I’d be proud to let er rip without a care in the world. Not in public anyway. Close. But not yet.

To give this post “some” substance, let’s talk about the wine I’m drinking. I picked this Tierhoek Chinen Blanc (not pronounced SHIN-IN BLANK as I do, but more like SHANNON BLAWNK). It’s a lovely, lovely, lovely white from South Africa. I met this wine at Bin 104. They have stellar staff at Bin 104, and I highly recommend that if you need wine, but not quite sure where to start, to go here. The staff are extremely helpful, friendly, and approachable. The place has the appearance of being a snobby wine store, but it’s not. It’s got the goods AND friendly, helpful staff. They didn’t have their faces buried in computers and clipboards as they do at another favourite wine store. And if that isn’t cause enough to go there, it is also just a few doors away from The Bothy.

If you are going to the play tonight and see us, please come by and say hello.