Tag Archives: horses
Read While You Walk
Early this fall I started noticing black plastic stakes along the path I walk daily behind the West Tisbury School. They were maybe three and a half or four feet high and about a hundred feet apart (that’s a guesstimate … Continue reading
Tam Goes AWOL
I knew I was pushing it. Malamutes are unreliable off-leash, or, as some veteran malamute owners put it, “They’re reliable — until they’re not.” But I don’t have easy access to an enclosed area where Tam can run, and he’s … Continue reading
3 Quotes, 3 Days: Day 2
For more about the 3 Quotes, 3 Days challenge, see Day 1. When I came to Martha’s Vineyard in 1985, part of me thought I was taking a year off to work on a novel. I never finished that novel, … Continue reading
Spring Planting
From late January till early March the snow was so deep at Misty Meadows that on our morning walks Trav and I avoided the big meadow that is usually on our route. Since then we’ve been walking around it again, watching … Continue reading
Travvy Is Six!
In honor of Trav’s sixth birthday, I just reread my April 27, 2008, blog about meeting him for the first time at Masasyu Alaskan Malamutes in Canandaigua, New York. We spent our first night in a motel. A motel? With … Continue reading
A Death on the Beach
Tuesday a woman I know was found dead on Lambert’s Cove Beach. The editor in me wants to change that to knew: Tuesday a woman I knew . . . The writer says stet. Till the moment Sharon died, the … Continue reading
Powerless over T-Shirts
I admitted I was powerless over T-shirts a long time ago but that hasn’t stopped the inexorable growth of my collection. I don’t know how many T-shirts I have. My T-shirts don’t want to be counted. Maybe they’re afraid that … Continue reading
Fear
I’ve been thinking about fear since last Tuesday’s special town meeting. Well, no: I’ve been thinking about fear since my right retina detached in the summer of 2004 and set me on the road that led to “My Terrorist Eye: … Continue reading
Writing About MV
When I moved to Martha’s Vineyard in the summer of 1985, I’d saved enough money to take a frugal year off from my frugal real life and work on the novel I’d started a few years before, tentatively titled Coming … Continue reading
Horsesitter
I’ve got a horsesitting gig this weekend, which rearranges my morning routine somewhat. Usually I get up, feed Trav, boot up Hekate the laptop, go downstairs (where my bathroom is) to brush teeth and splash water on face, and come … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 