Oops!

Here's a good one. 

Friday night I was relaxing with a cup of tea waiting for Matt to get home from a business trip to Zurich.  The phone rings and it's Mr. Paume, the man we bought our vineyards from and from who we are renting our white vineyards.  We had asked him to grind up our vine cuttings in all of our vineyard, we don't have a chipper and they're so expensive, it's just as easy to pay him to do it.  Well, he tells me while he was shredding the cuttings he noticed that we hadn't pruned one of the white vineyards, the clairette.  What?? I said.  Of course we have.  We finished pruning it about 3 weeks ago.  No, he said, you haven't.  I was completely perplexed.  We had spend 2 days freezing our butts off with my parents pruning it, attaching the new canes to the wires and everything.  I couldn't understand, I thought he'd lost his mind, and he thought I'd lost mine.  "I'll go look again, and call you right back," he said. 

Five minutes later he calls me back.  No, you haven't done it.  Holy shit,  we pruned someone else's vineyard that happens to be about the same size and right next to it.  Ugh.  Not only did we prune it, we plowed it and put our nifty organic fertilizer on it last weekend!  I said to him," Oh no!  Do you think he'll be angry? "  "No, he replied, I think he'll be thrilled.  But you should call him anyway. More importantly though, you've got to get out there and prune the Clairette right away."

So guess what we did on Saturday...??? 

Unbelievable, but, in the end I suppose it's better than harvesting the wrong vineyard, right?

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[johng]

Saturday I spent an hour looking for my glasses. Yesterday I drove half an hour from our house to go to a baseball game before realizing I had didn't have the tickets. Now I don't feel like such a moron!