Awaiting the busy winemaker

I'm sitting on a bench outside a hotel in Venticano, province of Avelllino. It's mild but a bit cloudy. I'm typing on the Blackberry because I have some time on my hands. Fortunato is running late. This is a rather stressful time for him, the last phase of his winemaking, ie, bottling. Fraught with weird problems that crop up when you think you've got them solved. Corking machine resists precise adjustment. Bottling line breaks down all of a sudden. Metal bands pop off the expensive new botti. Pain-in-the-ass stuff that can that can mess up your progress and even threaten the quality of your wine. It won't, of course, if you're skilled at crisis management, which winemakers seem to be. Even so, it casts your days in the flashing red light of "trouble, Will Robinson." Meanwhile, no crisis for me. I'm sitting in the now-glowing sun, basking in the bird-loud spring morning. Not a bit of stress here and now. That will be for later.