It just dawned on me that here it is only Wednesday and I’ve already been in five of the six island towns.
This is unusual. West Tisbury is a no-brainer: I live in it. I do most of my grocery shopping and all of my beer buying in Oak Bluffs, and the Spirituals Choir, in which I sing, rehearses there every Wednesday. Life takes me to Vineyard Haven several times a week: buying dog food at SBS, shipping a parcel from the UPS Store, having breakfast at the Black Dog Café. . .
Besides, I’m still half convinced that I live in Vineyard Haven, or maybe that I should live there, since I’ve lived in Vineyard Haven almost half my years on Martha’s Vineyard.
The other three island towns are barely on my psychic map.
Sunday morning I headed up-island because the Spirituals Choir was singing at the Chilmark Community Church, then yesterday afternoon I headed thither again because Roberta Kirn’s community sings this summer are being held at The Yard, a venue that specializes in dance — in which, I confess, I have not much interest unless I am dancing.
Today I went to Edgartown for a brown-bag lunch at the County of Dukes County Court House (yes, I really live in the County of Dukes County — hold your wisecracks about the Department of Redundancy Department because I’ve not only heard them all, I’ve inflicted them on others) with clerk-magistrate Liza Williamson, after which I observed a mediation at Small Claims Court.
I’m thinking that before Sunday I have to make the trek to the sixth island town, Aquinnah (formerly known as Gay Head and still called that on occasion), just to say that I’ve been to all six island towns in one week. Because I’m not sure that’s ever happened before.