Marthaís Vineyard is like Canada. Not only do these people not lock their doors, they leave the keys IN the ignition! ALWAYS! How crazy is that?
Iíll have to give incremental updates here, thereís just too much to share for one entry to take. Iíll begin simply enough - I entered the 142nd annual Agricultural Fairís Womenís Iron-Skillet Tossing Contest. I wore my wide-brimmed, black & white feathered hat, heels and evening attire. I tossed that skillet 31 feet straight down the line, and because of me, after generations of skillet-tossers before me, next year there will be a new category - best dressed.
Iíll try to figure out how to link a 30-second video of me doing the tossing. God, thatís funny. Letís see, little updates - met some really rich people, some of them well-known - like the Forbes. Oh, God, the Forbes. I met them twice in a week, and both times I was reminded of their last name.
M.s. showed me the island. We toured and relaxed, and toured some more. How beautiful it is, how rich and wonderful are its lands. How green, how colorful. From woods, to ocean, to woods, to lake, all within a mile. I had such a great time.
Boston was just as fun. Touring and meeting M.s.ís friends, shows and restaurants and shopping. I just canít give it justice here. So Iím going to stop trying.
Weíve got TONS of pictures. Iíll give you a slide show, with my own personal narrative. While I was on the island, my motherís mother finally kicked the bucket. Her last attempt to reconcile, I guess, checking out while I was away so that I wouldnít have to deal with any drama. Things work out so well.
M.s. was wonderful to travel with (more so than I am). He was a doll, adorable, fun, entertaining, and a constant reminder of why I love him so much.
More to come, but now, Iíve got a trial to prepare for!