The Vineyard

I just spent the last 4 days in total bliss. I was on the Vineyard. For everyone west of New England, it's more famous address is Martha's Vineyard. I was at a writing workshop. How much more decadent can life be then to take 4 days away from the grind, sit cross legged on the floor with a wise, scribe guru and paint with words? My long time friend decided to come along after a lunch we had together in August where I described to her the contents of the material I had gathered off the Internet. She, herself a novice writer, was struggling to move forward with a novel she started some years ago and was ready to rid herself of writers block and unleash the next 14 chapters.

We each presented the idea to our husband's hinting that they gift us this for our September birthday's since we celebrate them just one week apart. They, in turn, jumped at the opportunity of being let off the hook. My husband was anxious to make his check book available and asks numerous times for the address of where to send the fee. He seems relieved to not have to think about anything else beyond this point for my big day. My friend and I yelled WOOP-TEE-DOO when the envelope is licked and the stamp was secured on the right corner of the front of my husbands personal stationary. We are there, even though we aren't there for another 7 weeks. At this point we aren't as interested as we originally were about the workshop. It has all sunk in that we are spending 4 nights and 5 days away on Martha's Vineyard.

To be continued..........