W(h)iner.

Wine.  Whine.  Wine.  Whine.  I love and hate that the same word spelled differently goes so well together. First part of this installation is about wagons.  Wine is such a beautiful thing.  Delicate but big.  Flavor and texture.  Can be celebrated alone or with others.  Can be a celebration all in itself (being from a family that owns and operates a vineyard and winery this is very true).    It can be a source of relaxing, remembering or forgetting.  Well... recently I am not afraid to admit that there might be a wee too much wine in my life coping for the whining.  

First time I was hit by that was after the holidays.  I was slightly pickled...and foggy. And a foggy pickle ain't that cute.  I don't think that it ended a relationship that was already perhaps on its last leg but it sure as to hell did not make it all warm and fuzzy.  The second time was after my bday- wow.  I took a few weeks of attempting the "7" drinks per week and no more than 3 in a given setting and succeeded for about 1 week.  High five!  Then the bday weekend hit and it hit hard (and fun though!).  Another thing that hit was that it was the 10 year anniversary of my 21st bday which means--- well, that I am NOT 21 any more and the bounce back is not so much a bounce as it is a slow crawl of death that usually takes me from my bed to the floor to the sofa to the kitchen back to the sofa to the kitchen (repeat 4-5x per day.)  

The other part of this little equation is the post drinking sad face days.  What?!!? I never had that shit before but it is real and books do not make it up.  So that being said...I am going to get some perspective back in my life on what is appropriate and what is not.  A glass or two should be just fine.  And if I feel it's not- I should probably get off my buzzed ass and pick up a paint brush, get on the Saddles & Wagons, or maybe just take Kdog for a walk.  I don't wanna sound like a crazy alcoholic binger, because that is only sometimes.  Rather I need a little reminder that when something is on my mind, whether that something is positive or negative, I shall not turn to the burying device of whining then wine-ing but rather something else.  

Sometimes realizing it is half the battle. 

So that is my Wagon share for today.  No saddles to talk about.   Nor a warm and fuzzy so going to try to work on those two things....saddles and W&F!

xx

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