September 14, 2013

Voyaged out in the perfect late summer light to visit a couple of wineries eastward, near Lake James. One of the wineries had personable staff, excellent, inexpensive wines, and tiny, friendly dogs. The other had a woman who kept checking her cell phone, bitter, expensive wines, but a terrace upon which you could sit under the trees and suck in the blue air. Unfortunately, the second vineyards also squawked with the recorded sounds of distressed, hawk-harried birds to keep the grapes from being eaten, so perfect peace was never quite achieved. Bought more wine than I think I’ll ever drink. In the evening we went with Jack and Leland to see an excellent production of Deathtrap at Flat Rock. I had seen the play in Baltimore in 1973, and remembered there were twists, but I had forgotten what the twists were. Linda was anxious the while because Daniel has a 100% record of getting into mischief when left alone.  She’s back to Atlanta now before the sun is risen.

Saw Charlotte and Cynthia at the theater, whom I’d not seen in years. Charlotte now counts cerulean warblers on the Parkway. Saw David and Julie and Maria and Russell, whom I’d not seen since Wednesday night.