Yesterday I realized that, though I discuss transitions at least twice in the first three pages and posts to this blog, I haven’t given enough thought to the word. What “transitions” actually exist. It’s all been about leaving. I haven’t documented transitioning back to home.
I realized this because I was tucking my beer in for the ride home, and I am sure this is totally normal behavior. So I took a picture. Which is also a totally normal thing to do, I’m sure.
Ok, this isn’t actually even normal behavior for me. But that’s only because I rarely buy a mixed case of beer, so I can usually put the six pack I buy in the shade behind the driver’s seat. I bought a mixed case of beer because I am studying and I need to have a good sense of what a lot of different beer styles taste like.
I do want to experiment with yucky beer for the exam, but I want to do that intentionally. And some of these bottles aren’t brown. So, to avoid ruining the beer, I had to keep it shielded from light.
“Aha!” You say, “But what about heat? That’s a black hoodie you tucked it in with!”
Good point! Heat does increase oxidation. But that’s a much slower process.
And I sought out shade at my next destination. And left the windows cracked. It was fairly cool in the shade.
My final destination between the beer shop and home was the grocery store. I deliberately chose the store with underground parking. I’m sure you can guess why.
That said, the trickiest part of all was getting the beer and the groceries home from the car lot. For this, I use a cart. But, I admit, I was disappointed to discover my cart does NOT hold a case of beer. Of course, since I almost never buy a full case, this need didn’t cross my mind when I purchased it. Luckily, I had a solution.
I tucked it in again.
And I have no regrets about my choice to do so. That sun was wholly unavoidable.
But, I will admit one thing to you guys. I took all these pictures because I found the whole thing vaguely hysterical. Who tucks their beer in for a drive? Who parks carefully in the shade over beer?
Someone with only three weeks left before their Certified Cicerone® exam, that’s who. I don’t know if I’m ridiculous or reasonable anymore…