That means you got my email. Thank you! And I'm so relieved. I was away all weekend--had left Thursday and wouldn't be home until Tuesday night--and I'd been worried about needing to contact you (you'd asked me to remind you) all weekend. I tried from Paso Robles, but couldn't get a Wi-Fi connection. Ditto in Los Olivos (we were thinking the nearby Califiornia wildfires might have had something to do with that) on Sunday night. It wasn't until Tuesday morning that I was able to email you from a landline connection in Huntington Beach, evn though it was from a conventional and cramped I-Mac keyboard which is so foreign to my ergnonomic-Microsoft accustomed hands that I can't type for $#!t even if it had all the same buttons, which it doesn't. Or spend an hour typing one key at a time, which I didn't have the time to do. But at least I got through.
Anyway, I must tell you this part, too. At Los Olivos? We stayed overnight with friends at the home of a friend of theirs wherein the male half of the couple is grew up in New Mexico and guess what they were doing when we arrive? Roasting 40 lbs of Hatch green chiles, which we helped with. That sure emphasized how badly I wanted to succeed at reaching you and setting the chile-shipping in motion. We'll have as much fun doing it here at our own home in Washington, and it will be an efficiency bonus that Bob doesn't have to divide his time between chile roasting and staring at the neighbor's fence just in case he gets a chance to personally confirm that Bo Derek is still a '10'--she lives next door to the people we stayed with.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov