Crossing My T's and Dotting My I's

I have been up to my eyeballs in training new employees these last few weeks. First with my new “dream” assistant and marketing administrator Jennifer, who has been on the job exactly one month. So far she keeps coming back so I guess that’s a good sign! And now with John, our new Director of Retail Sales and Hospitality, one of the nicest people I’ve come across in a long time.

It’s incredibly hard to transfer information learned over the course of a lifetime into someone else’s head. I’m always afraid I’m going to forget some important detail. Like the time we won the Grand Prix d’Honneur in Bordeaux France out of 4,200 wines worldwide, which by the way was 1995. Or the time we printed Cabernet labels that said Sonoma Couny-and that’s why I’m so anal about proofreading. Yet this is what I must do if I’m to be able to relax on my vacation in a few days. It’s probably not the best time to go, but my kids desperately need some “mommy” time and I’m in grave need of some down time. I’ve begun to have a permanent buzzing feeling in my head along with circles so deep beneath my eyes that no amount of fancy make-up can make a difference.

So off I’m going to one of my favorite haunts, coastal Maine. I’ll be making the rounds to see my grandparents and meeting up with my dad who recently bought a small cottage a stone’s throw from the water’s edge. I’m planning to read plenty of trashy magazines (nothing on wine!) and eat pie. I might play tennis, and then again- I might not. And, I will relearn for the hundredth time how to do a controlled jibe in heavy winds. (That’s sailing talk for turning the boat when the wind is behind you.) For a chronic list maker and goal setter, I’ve got one very important objective: CHILL OUT. Naturally, I’ve thrown in some time with our Maine distributor, Pine State Beverage but other than that, I’ll be incommunicado. And you know what that means, no blogging.

I’ll see you in a few weeks folks.  Thanks for the comments, friendship, and support. (I’ve invited some fellow Dry Creekers to wear the Wilma hat, so we’ll see who’s up for the challenge!)