Auf Wiedersehen, 2007
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A Brewer's Life
The year's finally winding down. This week, we ran out of three beers, bringing our total on tap down to six. I transferred seven barrels of root beer into the cellar, cleaned the draft lines, filled kegs, delivered some root beer to Council Bluffs, filled more kegs, and made seven barrels of Red Cream Soda. The plan for the rest of the year and beyond:
- Friday 12/28: Brew seven barrels of Uncle Ivan's Dunkelweizen.
- Monday 12/31: Clean the brewhouse, and get ready for tomorrow's annual inventory extravaganza.
- Tuesday 1/1: New Year's Day is always Inventory Day at Gottberg/Dusters. A team of accountants come in and watch us count every damn thing in the place, and ask us what every damn thing in the place is worth. It wouldn't be so bad if we could use the data to run the business, but we won't get the report back until September or later. It's a Complete Waste of Time. But I'll clean the draft lines and let them soak overnight, and maybe do the monthly taxes and the yearly production report.
- Wednesday 1/2: Brew a batch of Empress of Darkness, an "imperial" Porter. We'll have it ready for the Extreme Beer Fest at the Crescent Moon Ale House on February 23.
- There are some minor maintenance things that need doing; I'll get to them later in the week.
3 comments:
bitch moan gripe
hmmm
i come out of the wilderness- the beautiful, quiet, pristine wilderness with nobody 'cept the critters (and my immediate wilderness party) to find the world run completely insanely amuk.
idiots taunt a tiger, get eaten, tiger gets killed in a hail of police bullets, idiots family soon to be richest people on planet, and the entire city of san francisco (and all her surrounding cities) is about to lose . . .
bhutto gets assassinated . . . or not, depending on which talking head you listen to, and the entire middle east is about to implode on it's uncivilized self and take the rest of us with them . . .
the great mortgage fiasco has not been beery beery good fer business . . .
and i have no invite to watch the winter classic anywhere on a nice big digital HD tv and will have to watch it in all of the glorious non digital HD 13 inches i can spare . . .
good grief. i'm goin back in. don't send a search party unless they're just dropping beer.
Auf Wiedersehen in-bleeping-deed
(i'm trying to cut down on my fukkin swearing)
ps. have fun cleaning yer taxes!! :)
more bad news . . .
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/12/23/BAFIU3KC0.DTL&hw=fire+bernal+heights&sn=003&sc=213
both Chai and Vito came from Pali - and i thank every god there is every single day for the absolute blessing they are.
i need a hike . . .
hug yer dog, or cat(s).
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