Three things from DAH.

DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. I wonder when I wander. 

First up this week, Joy …  
I think I felt more joy when I was younger. A lot younger. Or else I felt joy more strongly. I'm reminded of that exhilarant high whenever I return home after an absence. My three dogs express such excitement and joy when I walk in the door. As I journey into age I'll endeavor to emulate them. I've always thought I'd make a good dog. But not unless I can unleash that unbounded happiness they willingly express. 
Five reasons why we (eventually) become happier as we get older

Second up this week, Juxtamarine …  
Since my teenage years I've longed to live near the sea. If not on the beach, then within easy striking distance. The closest I've come is the few years we lived in San Luis Obispo, when an easy 20 minute drive landed me by the Pacific Ocean. These days I'm lucky to see the sea three or four times a year. For now, our pretty back garden swimming pool must suffice for me to imagine juxtamarine jollies. 
Why Being Near The Ocean Can Make You Calmer And More Creative

Third up this week, Johannisberg Riesling …  
"I'd like a taste of that Jo-berg." Yes, someone (more than one) said those words to me in my halcyon early wine days, tending the tasting room bar. That wine name (Johannisberg Riesling) is no more. Like many American hucksterisms that name was appropriated from a long-established and famous Old World wine (Schloss Johannisberg). Today, American Jo-berg is just Riesling, or perhaps White Riesling. And that truth in labeling seems entirely just to me. Would that we Americans were comprehensive in using fair and accurate namings. Burgundy, for example, is a long-celebrated French wine region. Is this, then, intended as irony? The webpage for Gallo's Hearty Burgundy (legal grandfathering still allows that usage) suggests "Sometimes only an original will do." This seems much sadder than pretending that sitting poolside makes me juxtamarine. It's difficult to feel joy when commerce wins out over honesty.  
Johannisberg riesling: It’s half the name now

And a bit more:

A Drinking Song, by William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes …  

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it. 

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