Vino Tinto

Fine wine.  Never heard of it.  But nothing beats a $11 magnum of merlot (pronounced Mur- Lot in Kathryn's world).  Something about the added sugar and expected hang over that I just can't stray away from.  Its not really the wine that makes the night so good, its the conversation that comes from cheap booze that makes life grand.  A few old friends are in town for the week and reminiscing always puts a smile on my face.

But with every funny story comes some memory of a stupid moment in time when I had those Oh so dreadful "temporary lapses in judgement."  So some of those lasted several months, who cares right?  But as I thought about these, those old words of wisdom popped up, "Let the past be but the past."  Which is great philosophy.  And I only wish I could follow it.  Challenge: "Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it."  Damn it.  The past is a two faced woman.  I know, I know, that sexist pig just called the evils of the past a woman.  Well its my words so deal :)  Truth is, I am just confused about what I should and should not remember.  

So the good times.  Try to focus on the good times.  But the bad times, forget those.  But don't forget them.  Learn from them.  If you weren't confused by the last four sentences, then you should be writing, not me.   I don't understand what I am supposed to be keeping track of.  My mind is like an accounting book, full of credits an debts.  I can't really say  how I prioritize my thoughts, but I think of bad as often as good, think of childhood as much as adult.  I'll figure it out one day. Start to mature, handle how I view the past in a grown up way.   Not hold grudges, and quit making the same mistakes over and over.  But I better change.  A cheap wine doesn't get better with time.

Off to bed, not much to do when the bottle runs dry. 

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