At the time of writing my last post, I feared I was on the brink of a bout of depression. Things that I enjoyed doing - like blogging - all seemed too much effort. I had prolonged post-natal depression after my daughter was born, and immediately recognised that feeling of hopelessness, the "black cloud" that seems to follow you around.
This time, though, I was able to recognise that feeling for what it was. I muttered my motto - "this too shall pass" - to myself a lot. I let my family know how I was feeling. I made sure I got enough rest, and got myself outdoors exercising every day. Having a dog that needs to be walked twice a day certainly helped. I made myself do stuff and talk to people, even though a lot of the time that is the last thing I wanted to do.
And so, it has passed. And I'm back.
A few posts ago, I wrote about our disappointing grape situation, and wrote that this year we would not be making wine. I should have known that would never happen, not when Action Man has his winery set up just so.
On Easter Saturday we went up to my uncle's property just west of Berrima and picked a couple of hundred kilos of merlot grapes. On Easter Sunday, we crushed them. Today I am babysitting the ferment, punching down the skins in the fermenting tank every couple of hours.
The Chief Winemaker is not hopeful. The grapes weren't great - it really hasn't been a warm enough summer for the sugars to get to where they need to be. On Sunday afternoon I went on an emergency mission to buy 10 kilos of white sugar to get the sugar levels up (yes, professionals do this too). Other tests run by the Chief Winemaker don't bode well either, but he has a few more tricks up his sleeve, so here's hoping for the best.