Well, this week went by without me writing one blog entry, and without me really even thinking about it! Of course it's always in the back of my mind, but for some reason I really didn't consider taking the time to write until now.
Let's see, all of sorts of fun things happened this week, I made an appointment with the accountant, always a fun thing to do. I think I might be her very least favorite client. The first year I arrived with a file folder full of receipts and handed it over to her. She was nice enough explained a few things to me that I needed to do and that was that. The second year was a bit bumpier. I am not good at keeping track of accounts and expenses etc. I have a folder I put all of my receipts into it and hope that magically at the end of the year we will get a big chunk of the VAT the we paid out back.
The VAT is basically a 19.6% sales tax that we are able to get back when we buy any equipment, bottles, tractor parts, have work done in the cellar etc. Pretty much anything winery related we can get this money back. Subtracted out is the VAT that we collect when we sell wine from the winery directly to the consumer. We don't sell much wine out of the winery largely because we're not very well set up for it, we haven't taken the time to promote the "winery" being open to visitors and mostly because it means that one of use would have to be here to greet these potential customers and sell the wine. The amount we get back can be pretty substantial so, I've been getting better at keeping track of things. Isabelle, out accountant has also gotten much better at reminding me to bring her my receipts ahead of time so that she's not inundated with my mess right at the last minute, like she was last year!
Anyway that's boring. But my week seems to have been a series of boring things, things that have to happen in order to keep plugging along here. I've finished all of the Côtes du Rhône tastings for Bettane & Desseauve, so now I've been trying to buckle in and get writing, but there's always something that slows me down. Writing this blog for example, or contacting several wineries asking them to send samples of wines that haven't been tasted yet. Or having Thierry Desseauve ask me about a certain winery that didn't send samples, then I have to track them down to find out why. It could be that they don't want to be in the guide, it could be that they simply forgot, but all of those things take time.

Yesterday we shipped out 100 cases to Kermit Lynch's Berkeley store and 28 cases to Cavatappi
Distribuzione in Seattle. That was yet another story! I get a message on the answering machine from the driver saying that he didn't know where our place was so he was parked in front of another winery about 10 km away from here waiting for my call. Hmm. That's interesting, he's a truck driver and he doesn't even have a map, or sense enough to at least follow the signs to our village??? Even better, he didn't leave his number. Luckily our voice mail gives you the number before the message, but I had to hang up and call back to get the number! About 20 minutes later he pulls up in front of the house in a huge semi. I run out to greet him, look at the back of the truck and realize that there's no lifting apparatus on the back of the truck ( I don't know what you call the tail gate part that lifts merchandise up and down from trucks, in French it's called a "hayon".)
I run up to the cab and ask him. He says no, he doesn't have one. What, you don't have a fork lift? ARGH! I felt like saying, "listen buddy, last year we had a dirt floor and no pallet-mover, this year we have concrete and a pallet-mover and now you want me to have a fork-lift!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????? Where exactly would I put one? In our front courtyard? He looked at his paper work and at the date the shipment would be leaving the port in Marseille, well maybe we could come back. No way, I'm not missing that boat! He came all the way here I wasn't going to send him away. There is one fork lift that I know of in our village at the local garden store/agricultural supply luckily we've become friendly with the staff, maybe they'd come to help us. I hopped on my bike since it would be faster than the car, and as luck would have it the guy I know best was out in the parking lot. I begged him to help, putting on my most charming and coy smile. He asked the other guy if it was ok if he took it for a few minutes, and it was a done deal. Twenty minutes later the wine was loaded and headed to the port. Phew. The whole experience left me with a happy feeling inside, it's great to
know that you live in a place where others are willing to lend a hand
especially in a tight situation like that!
Otherwise, things are just about normal, well I suppose even that is normal these days...