“I can’t take it anymore, Felix, I’m cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you’re not here, the things I know you’re gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can’t stand little notes on my pillow. “We’re all out of cornflakes. F.U.” Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Ungar!”

That quote has got to be one of the greatest riffs ever wrote by Neil Simon and sometimes I think that I waver between the two characters of Oscar and Felix. I guess I am just plagiarizing all over the board, because not only from that quote, but the title is a tag line for a national syndicated columnist, author and radio host as well, but I have to ask “is it just me?”

I say this because as I wander around my home there are bottles of wine everywhere, not empty bottles, but wines that I have not gotten myself motivated to make tags for and then have to rearrange the bottles in the racks in my cellar. That is not to brag about the cellar, it just shows the dichotomy of my personality. I mean I enjoy having the wine and the ability to grab almost any type of wine that my Bride or I desire at any given moment, but I do enjoy the sanity of a neat environment, but that is not always the case. Especially when there are cases of wine to put away, and I wonder if other Bloggers and collectors sometimes face this same inertia.

There are times when I buy a case of wine or even just a couple of bottles, then there are times when my Bride buys a case of wine or more, especially when she sees one of her favorite every day bottles of wine on special at the wine shop or market. Then there are the odd bottles that we receive from friends as gifts, and other assorted moments of acquisition.

You see the cellar is not big, but it was designed to fit into the confines of the area in the basement that could be best utilized for storage. I am just an average size man, but the space in the aisle between the racks of wine is narrow enough that I can not turn around. I mean that if I was some classic wines from the long rack wall I must step into the cellar one step in and then side step down the aisle until I find the selection; Chardonnay and then the other assorted whites, Rose, Clarets, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, and Meritage, other assorted reds, and then Italian, Spanish and then World Wide. If I want dessert wines, or Champagnes; then I must step into the cellar backwards and then side step until I get the right section. It is because of the tightness of the room, I believe that causes my inertia periodically, until I have enough bottles to take a couple of hours to rearrange the wines. This is not a piece that I am writing to brag, more it is a piece to get me self motivated to do this bit of labor. If the cellar were only a little bigger…