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.
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| Yes, that's a helicopter at the stern. |
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| Recuperating |
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| Bye-Bye Beauty |
Jeff—Sunburned Saturday
