What a magical week this has been. I have finally managed to take some time to enjoy living on the Island. Tuesday morning Talley and I went to Quansoo, our first beach walk of the summer, totally and blissfully alone. On Thursday, we took Brooks Robards with us to Hancock Beach, where we encountered clouds of migrating monarch butterflies and Julia Humphreys with her four-month old Golden Retriever puppy, Xochi. Xochi was there to be photographed by Lisa Vanderhoop for her upcoming Golden Retriever calendar. I wish I had had Murphy with us to show Lisa what a handsome specimen he is. Not to steal Xochi's thunder, because he is really cute.
I have also had time to work in my garden, start washing our windows inside and out, paint a couple of paintings for the gallery, and sit on Alley's front porch in the evening to catch up with Shirley Howell, Jenny Green, and Dick Burt. While we were there, Traudy (Duys) Bradley and her mother, Hilda Duys, pulled up in their car on their way to the Duys Farm on Music Street. The stop prompted a conversation of the sort I most enjoy on Alley's porch, about what West Tisbury was like "in the old days."
It was a wonderful week for a birthday, too.
Welcome to West Tisbury and the world to our newest resident, Jonah Saunier, who was born at home last Thursday morning, Sept. 21, at about 8:30 am. Jonah is the son of Mike and Kerry Saunier of Heather Gardens. He has an older brother, Eli.
Crow Hollow Farm hosted their Annual Horse Show on Sunday. The rain held off, although it was windy and overcast. Lots of West Tisbury adults and kids participated, and Samantha Look has promised a full list of riders and events for next week's column.
Coming up this Saturday, Sept. 30, will be the Antique Engine Show and the Harvest Festival, both at the Agricultural Hall. George Hartman is busy organizing the engines and equipment for the show; he invites anyone interested in exhibiting to call him at 693-6039. Kathy Lobb wants to remind everyone about the Harvest Festival beginning at noon, followed by a potluck dinner in the evening.
Sarah Murphy was here for a brief visit over the weekend. She had flown from London for a business meeting in New York and called Mike to open the house on Music Street for her. I was glad to see the car come and go, and know she was enjoying the beach while she was here.
The Public Safety Building was the place to see everyone when we came to vote in the state primaries last week. Jonathan Revere commented that my "doppelganger" had voted earlier, someone who had often been mistaken for me. I know of a couple of women on the Island of whom this is often said. Anyway, it prompted a very funny conversation about mistaken identities. No one could top Muriel Bye's reminiscence; she recalled being mistaken for someone who played the cello on the Lawrence Welk Show. Since I still see it listed on the Channel 3 scroll, I guess we can all watch and try to identify Muriel's double.
Happy birthday wishes this week to Megan Mendenhall on Sept. 29 and to her mother, Kathy Logue, on Oct. 4.
Dinner at Bill and Betty Haynes's house is always fun, but last night was extra special with the addition of two little guests, a pair of baby brother kittens, newly adopted from their daughter Janice's cat. The black and white kitten is "Boo" and his marmalade brother is "Pumpkin." They were into everything, crawling up everyone's pant-legs, leaping from chair to chair, and generally amusing the dinner guests: Tom Norton, Wayne Iacono, Mike and me.
Saturday night, as I was getting ready for bed, I heard Mike out on the porch yelling an anguished "MURPHY, No." Of course, Murphy was skunked. It was the perfect opportunity for Mike to try his new concoction, touted by the guys on "Mythbusters," a television show my husband enjoys. Their recipe consists of equal parts of baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and soap. I have to say that it worked better than our old remedy and didn't leave the dog smelling like salad dressing (from the vinegar rinse.) I still think that washing the dog immediately is critical to the outcome. Also, note that the peroxide isn't an issue on a golden retriever, but I remember it leaving our black Labs with orange fur.
Murphy took his ablutions with his customary good grace, but Mike observed that the dog seemed invigorated by the experience and ready to go out and do it again.