Providence Day Five: Bananagrams

One picture is worth a thousand words, when you look more closely and realize the Bananagrams letters in front of Ben-Z form three words and the last one is an arrow and the person sitting in the direction of the arrow is The Great BZWZ.

But no one said you can't have more than a thousand words in your blog entry. Today it looks mean outside, or at least very windy. Lots of leaves died last night -- the temperature is dropping and the sky looks like as gray as a Saint Plotniko summer, only -- worse.

It's gentler all around, where we live. The East, especially here along the rocky Atlantic coast, feels angrier, harder to handle, like your sophomore year girl friend. Even tranquil landscapes, like those leaves along the road from the other day's post, are deceptive: the leaves will be buried under a mountain of ice before you bat an eye.

Last night Plot and BZ looked through websites to find wineries that will be open in Sonoma County during late December, because after their convention the Rockheads want to taste some wine wine wine. Turns out all the wineries stay open during the holidays, but the other preference is harder to find: FREE wine tasting. The wonderful Cline is one venue, and Hop Kiln is probably another, two great places to go, and also Rosenblum in Healdsburg is likely to waive the tasting fee, especially to four young and beautiful geologists. Seghesio appears to be free.

BZ was looking at all the beautiful photos on all these wineries' websites, and she sighed: "I miss Shmalifornia."

Plot does too, but this morning he is tugging on an excellent latte at Blue State Coffee which is inside the Brown Book Store. He looks up and sees the wind throwing off the last of the leaves, Free at Last, Free at Last! He'll probably stay in here for awhile.