I’m telling you right now you’re all just going to hate this post. I mean HATE it.
It reflects my day today (Friday) when I should have been writing this post, but accepted a last minute invitation from a most gracious friend that I join her and seven other lovely ladies for a sail to the nearby virginal island of Rhenia, a swim, and lunch aboard her seventy-three foot, breathtaking yawl.
Let’s weigh the decision: In one corner we have eight ladies and I aboard a 73 foot sailboat cruising the sapphire and emerald Aegean, and in the other me in my room facing a computer screen for eight hours all alone but for 73 cups of coffee.
Sorry folks. To paraphrase the famous t-shirt, “Jeffrey went to nirvana and all I got were these lousy photos.”
Yep, but if it’s any consolation I think I may be sunburned.
By the way, I had another blog due to go up tomorrow (Saturday) on my publisher’s blogsite (Poisoned Pen Press), but I’d written it before abandoning my computer this morning. It’s all about a poem I’m reading at the Tinos International Literary Festival next week on the neighboring Cycladic island of Tinos. So, if you want to see my words (and poem) they’re there. But I’ll be here, staring at the photos.
Heading away from Mykonos
Neighboring and passing ships
|Yes, that's a helicopter at the stern.|
Our swimming hole