Please Adopt Us

The roster of animals at the Animal Shelter of Martha’s Vineyard remains the same as last week. Our lovely handsome black cats are Cyrus, Binx, Mantra, Zephrus, Dolly, Walter, Blackie and the two black kittens. We also have Miss Misty and Phoebe, the orange and white cat. Louise the guinea pig is ready and anxious to find a loving home with some gentle child.

Honestly there are times I wonder why I bother having a garden. I am going to do my best to come up with a few positive paragraphs but this week has been simply exasperating.

HOLLY NADLER

508-274-2329

(hollynadler@gmail.com)

It’s not our fault! Those massive signs and lines at Lake and Circuit that everyone is shocked at? It turns out the whole design was cooked up by the state, and the state planners, don’t forget, have only one mandate: Make everything look the same, just as everything in America looks the same.

Temperature: Precip.

Day Max. Min. Inches.

Fº Fº

June 18 79 56 Trace

June 19 83 60 .00

June 20 77 63 Trace

June 21 79 65 .00

June 22 83 65 .00

June 23 79 65 .30

June 24 81 65 .00

Water temperature in Edgartown harbor: 74º F.

Summer Begins

I am just back from Tunisia. Sadly, I have not been to a hammam — the Turkish steam bath for which Tunisia is famous. And I have not ridden a camel, which, of course, one should always do in a desert country. But I have seen camels aplenty and I have petted one (coarse, uninviting hair — not at all like the smooth texture of a camel’s hair coat). The camel, however, was friendly. His name was Ali Baba and he even let me scratch his ears. Admittedly, he was muzzled. That seems to be the trend among camel owners these days, probably because cross camels spit.

Some six weeks ago, by the light of a slowly rising full moon, painter Ray Ellis stole away to a silent corner of Edgartown and settled in to capture an image of the swollen moon creeping up over Chappaquiddick. Facing down-harbor, he had a perfect view of the Chappy bank, dotted with lights from the houses nestled along its coast.

“The moon was just coming up,” Mr. Ellis said yesterday. Carefully, he captured the silvery reflection of the great white globe in the harbor, a lone sailboat suspended in the water.

James Joyce once declared that if Dublin were ever destroyed, it could be wholly reconstructed from the text of his famously impenetrable opus, Ulysses. On Wednesday night, or Bloomsday night rather, the Dublin of Joyce was thus faithfully restored in Vineyard Haven.

Stretch Into Some Good Karma

Ripples were made for the first time in the brand new YMCA pool on Saturday. Nearly 60 guests were serenaded into the building by the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School Minnesingers’ rendition of the Village People’s YMCA, eager after waiting in the hot sun to sign up for summer programs or go for a swim.