Not Like the Old Days

Happy Friday Eve!

The first highlight of the day was that I finally went to the chiropractor. I could hardly walk this morning, so I pretty much had to if I wanted to get from points A to B. He was able to see me early, which meant a super early lunch break. Somehow, the day still went by fast.

The adjustment was painful, but he loosened up both my hip and my sore shoulder. It’ll take the inflammation a day or so to heal, but I’m already walking better. I did have a hard time getting up the stairs, but walking on flat ground is almost completely painless. I’m optimistic that things will improve over the next couple days.

This means a couple days of rest, which kind of drives me nuts. Luckily, I don’t have to be completely immobile. I can and should walk to make sure everything sets back correctly. I could probably do the gym too, since my regular machine is non-weight bearing, but it uses my arms. I feel my shoulder should get a rest too.

What I want to do is more zombie missions with the jogging, but I need to avoid that too, at least until I’m pain free, and then I’ll have to watch it to make sure that doesn’t jar everything out of whack again.
Just have to remember to take baby steps.

Second highlight was a night in with friends, delicious food, and wine. I forget how much I enjoy wine because I rarely have it.

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Tonight’s treat was a cupcake moscato that I loved. I’m definitely a fan of the sweet wines, though I’m lacking in my wine knowledge. I tend to stumble upon good wines on accident. One of my goals before we move is to visit our local winery for some tastings.

Age and lack of practice have turned me into a lightweight when it comes to drinking. After two glasses, I was already tired. I wasn’t drunk or buzzed, but I could have taken a nap. While we drank, we talked about holiday parties and about having a good time, aka getting drunk and letting loose. In theory, it would be a blast. In reality, I doubt if I’m destined for anymore drunken nights.

That doesn’t mean there won’t be wine and dancing. There just won’t be any replays of some of my wilder college nights.

Tomorrow night is gaming, then Saturday is open for whatever strikes our fancy. We’ll probably go geocaching. I’d like to get some more fall pictures and possibly hit 200 before our St. Louis trip. It could definitely happen.

Onward to Friday, friends!

A.

Vine Harvest

Today, I visited a winery for the first time ever.

I’m not a wine expert. When I drink wine, it’s a bottle of Arbor Mist that will either be finished in two days or left to go bad in my fridge, mostly because I don’t drink that much. When I’m in the right mood, though, I like the taste of wine,  and I’ve always been kind of in love with the thought of being classy enough to attend wine tastings and knowing what the different varietals are. I’ve always wanted to go to winery, I just never have.

Today’s winery experience was unplanned. My co-consultant and I were day tripping to the small town of Louisburg, Kansas  for a Passion Party and we decided to see some of the local sights. At the time of arrival, the only local sight we planned to see was the Louisburg Cider Mill.

Louisburg Cider Mill
Louisburg Cider Mill
Bunches of Apples
Apples to Press
Apple Donut
Handmade apple cinnamon donut

While the Mill was pretty to look at, there was no cider making going on. We grabbed a couple drinks (they had awesome cold cider) and a homemade apple donut and decided to try our luck at the winery.

Somerset Winery was holding a harvest gathering. When we got there, there were people sitting on the porch drinking wine and listening to music. On the lawn was an artist painting pictures, and I wish I’d thought to take a picture right away, but I didn’t realize until it was too late that the gathering was actually winding down.

Tasting was still going strong  inside, and we were able to sample several brands of semi-sweet and dessert wines. The tasting was much quicker than I’d expected. There was no sniffing or swishing. There was just tasting.

Somerset Winery
At the tasting bar

I’ve always thought that I’d be one of those people who wouldn’t be able to taste the difference in different wines. Surprisingly, I could taste the difference in all of them. I couldn’t tell you if one was nuttier than another or had a strong bouquet (is that even the right word?) but I could taste the grapes in the Concordia and the cherries in the Buffalo Red. My favorite was a light tropical wine called Buffalo White. I wanted to buy a bottle, but I figured making sure I had enough gas money to get home was a better idea.

I’m going to look for it locally next time my husband and I decide to have a few drinks.

The experience was fun. The people were nice and the atmosphere was classy but a laid back classy that I hadn’t actually expected. Besides the wine tasting, we sampled some foods made with with locally made olive oils and balsamic vinegars: watermelon salsa and blood orange brownies.

To end our trip, we walked to the edge of the vineyard just to get the full experience. Had we thought it was acceptable, we might have walked further into it. But seeing it was enough and just having the experience made the whole trip well worth it. I’d like to go back someday and maybe spend a little more time and money to enjoy a bottle of wine on the front porch.

Checking out the Vineyard
In the Vineyard

A.