I think I blog because there is no one I work with that is like me. For example, try explaining "Meet the Fockers" to my dad. I did, it was a sad conversation. The only thing I remember is making sure I enunciated "Fockers" very slowly and clearly and loudly.
Today, while bottling Cherry wine with one of our very helpful employees, we conversed about how HIV came from 5 black guys in Africa, and their "contact" with monkeys. I said I had heard that before, but didn't think it really happened like that, and he rebutted, with something about these certain 5 people
that the research pointed to. He then told me that gonorrhea came from sheep, he said, "I guess the shepards got lonely." And then he said that leprosy came from the "oppossum on the half shell, armadillo." Well, how can you refute that? Sounds very logical to me. Later in the day he asked me how I braided my own hair, he couldn't imagine figuring it out behind his own head.
Lucky for both of us, his hair isn't that long.
I can talk about John's beer, and gardening and keep their attention, I'm going to have to figure out how to drag out those conversations more, so I can avoid some of these other ones.