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Sore joints and caugh syrup wine

I've definitely got a nuckle-oma. Yep. I do. Let me explain. Some time ago, a dear friend of mine was complaining of some soreness in her thumb. The joint was stiff and had been troubling her. We jokingly decided it must be cancer and dubbed it her "thumbanoma." My thumbs are fine (for now) but the first two joints on my index and middle finger, right hand, are acting up. They're stiff and sore and a little inflamed. Nuckle-oma.
Friday, I started studying for the LSAT (Law School Admissions Test). Why, you ask? I guess my answer to that is, "Why not? I'm not dead yet." It's just an experiment really. If I study (or, more accurately practice) for the test and score miserably, then I'll know I'm not, nor was I probably ever law school material. If I score respectably, I'll apply just for giggles. If I get accepted, I might just go. Why not. I'm not dead yet. And the jobs in my field aren't exactly plentiful here.
Ron continues to cut down waiwi (strawberry guava) trees like their an invasive species or something. Wait a minute... this just in... they are an invasive species. We've also planted a few more coffee trees and repaired a leaky pipe that leads into the house from the tank. All in a weekend's work.
Meanwhile, business at the winery is booming. I've been added on an additional day to the schedule. I also received my first performance review. I received all "4s and 5s" on a scale of 1-5 (so I guess that's excellent and outstanding). I also got a $.50 per hour raise. Yay!
Meanwhile, some of the wine isn't tasting so good these days. Every batch of the fruit blends tends to be a little different from the last. Friday evening, a co-worker decided to should check out the guava and reported that it reminded him of Robitussin. "Don't get me wrong," he said. "Robitussin's not that bad." I suppose that's true if all your drinking is a tablespoon full. But an entire glass with dinner? I don't think so. No matter. The stuff flies out the door by the case. Meanwhile, the new batch of blush, which is made with half jaboticaba (a tropical berry) is much improved over the last batch. Generally, the wines, for what they are, are quite good. I have been opting out of our pau hana happy hours after work lately, just because I'm finding that drinking the wines there is tarnishing my enjoyment of lovely, rich, fruity, dry reds at home.
That's about all for now. Abner just jumped up on the desk and is demanding attention. Must administer petties now.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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