Jameson Select Reserve Black Barrel Irish Whiskey

I’ll be honest. When I walked into the bar and saw that a Jameson was the monthly whiskey, I winced. There’s some funky aftertaste to the regular Jameson that I can tolerate but don’t really like. But, of course, I got it anyway.

And it was lovely. Mild, smooth, tiniest bit sweet but mostly just clean and crisp. More like Powers Gold than, well, than Jameson. Definitely one I’d drink again.

52/52—Symmetry

Today I went for a hike. Urban hiking, as it were. I went up and over hills, through pretty neighborhoods, skirted a race’s finish line and found myself at the Wave Organ. It’s one of my favorite places to take guests. It’s out of the way. It’s a gorgeous walk. And, well, it’s cool. If you’re a nerd. It’s one of the Exploratorium’s outdoor exhibits, an “acoustic sculpture” at the end of a jetty on the San Francisco Bay. I’ve only been there at high tide once or twice (and today wasn’t on of those times) but it’s neat regardless. Right now there are flowers blanketing and draping the installation in ways I’ve never seen before. I sat there on a day so much warmer than any other time I’ve been there and drank my tea, looking at the water to one side and the city to another.

I started this project with me at the Ocean. I’m ending it with me at the Bay.

To be honest, I’m a little glad it’s over. Not because I didn’t want to do it anymore but because the nice, clean end is giving me a chance to reflect on the last year as a whole instead of as a continuing thing. I’m considering more of what I want out of the next year. 

I also have ideas another 52 project but I won’t be sure which project I’m going forward with until I start it. We’ll see.