Hurricane Sandy

I spent the day before the storm like all my other Sundays: two-hour yoga class, brunch, long shower, and errands. Except there was this evil electricity in the air; a panic, like a bad smell, that had attached itself to everyone’s clothing. Everything in the grocery store was slightly askew. It took me over five minutes to select which gallon of water I should buy should I be trapped in my house for the next two days. And in a moment of blissful nonchalance, I decided the best food to have in a potential hurricane disaster situation was an upscale savory cheese plate. (To go with that bottle of red a friend had given me, naturally.)

I stopped by the beach on the way home and snapped the above photo, the wind already picking up and tossing the grasses around.

My boyfriend and I went out for our “last supper” at Offshore that night. I got the mussels, he got the special. I drank an East Chop Lighthouse to calm my nerves. We watched the news obsessively.

I woke to a blustery view the next morning. Not as bad as I had imagined, though, I decided I wanted to see Sandy up close. So we went out in the storm. Ocean Park was the greenest I’ve ever seen it, juxtaposed by the grey skies.

We weren’t the only silly fools who went out.

The waves were crashing through the Oak Bluffs ferry terminal dock. It looked like they had busted up some of the boards, but I couldn’t be sure.

Over the course of the day this entire road had been flooded.

I know everyone always uses the word “surreal” when witnessing any sort of damage to their homes, but it really is. Being a life-long fan of post-apocalyptic books and movies, I also found it fascinating.

By this time the winds were really kicking, and we were pretty soaked, so we headed home where it was safe.

I had planned on getting all this reading done and watching a few movies, but we were both too occupied by the weather reports (and red wine) to get anything remotely productive done. After a few hours I couldn’t take it anymore so we went back out. Edgartown this time.

…which wasn’t doing very well. I came down here last year during Irene, and the water was pretty high, but nothing like this.

These guys were just hanging out on the corner.

There’s no way anyone was boarding the Chappy Ferry!

We drove around the shore and there was water everywhere.

I actually stepped in quicksand here! It’s a terrifying feeling but at least now I know what’s like.

Then we went over to South Beach to see the waves!

I guess a five foot long leatherback turtle washed up on shore not too far from here.

It was exciting to be out in the storm, but only because I didn’t feel threatened. I’m glad no one I know got hurt. There is some real damage to the South side of the Island, though, which is sad.

I will leave you my Hurricane Cheese Plate:

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August Feels Like a Distant Memory

I think August is my favorite summer month. It always used to be July, because of my birthday, but that’s becoming less of a celebration with every passing year. On the Island, all the best things happen in August. My favorite is Illumination Night.

Everyone in and around the Campground hangs lovely paper lanterns on their porches, and they are all lit at the same time during a big ceremony. Everyone (and by everyone I mean a bazillion people) walk around checking out the lights.

I just think it’s so pretty and simple.

Some people have lanterns that are so old they’re made of silk. Others have ones their children decorated. Each lantern has a story.

All the owners/renters of the cottages hang out on their porches, some dressed in 19th century garb, sipping on cocktails and waving at passers-by.

This is my favorite house.

The end of August also brings the last fabulous summer sunsets. I went to Menemsha on the last day of the season for the Homeport and enjoyed half-price on the raw bar (!)

This particular sunset was one of the most amazing I’ve seen. It was surreal.

And then there’s the fair! I love a good fair- and ours has some of the best fair food.

These ladies were hanging out in the fiber tent, tired from a day of being oogled and petted.

Every year I say I’m going to submit something to the fair- I never do though. This was my favorite photograph.

Local Smoke roasting up some pork!

Now that summer is truly over, I am at a loss. It will soon start getting colder, and much darker.

I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.

Though, the only way to get over a summer that has passed too quickly is to embrace autumn, so I have to try.

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August on Instagram

I went off-island a few times in August, which is always really nice.

It’s important to escape the intensity of the summer season sometimes.

Here’s what it looks like when you’re the first car on the ferry and you’re looking out the open door:

And the view from under the Bourne bridge, as we were trying to escape rotary traffic:

Here’s the view from the hairpin turn on route 2, right before you descend into North Adams. One of my favorite vistas!

And here’s what it looks like as you’re leaving North Adams:

 

Everyone I see keeps asking me how my summer was. This is a very Island thing to do. I find it similar to being asked how your vacation was, or how your holidays were. There’s kind of a stock response when someone asks you this. I never really hear anyone speak very favorably about their summer- it’s always a huge “sigh” and a “You know how it is!” or “I barely made through this one!”

For me, this summer went by faster than any of my others here. I somehow avoided most of the terrible traffic, (but not all the terrible drivers!) and I mostly missed all of the waiting in lines. I made it out of this summer unscathed, except for a sunburn here and there.

Here are a few highlights from the month of August:

I went for a few walks through the campgrounds. It’s such a peaceful place.

…which is then transformed into a magical place for Illumination night!

The newly painted Oak Bluffs ferry terminal, by Margot Datz.

Watching kite surfers and almost getting hit by their kites!

The remains of the MVCS Art Show at Chicken Alley- one of my favorite events of the summer that I actually missed.

Seeing this beautiful bush in my yard every day was great.

Beach, beach, beach!

Sunrise at Farm Neck

Riding the Flying Horses with my Mom :)

We saw the fireworks together, too, which was hilarious because she must’ve been the loudest one in the crowd. We were both in tears from laughing too hard by the time the were over. I usually hate fireworks (they’re too loud!) but this is a memory I will always cherish.

Walking around Oak Bluffs…

…and brunch at Park Corner!

Well, there is it- the last summer month has ended.

I can’t wait for “Second Summer,” which is what Islanders call

the still-beach-weather-days of September after all the tourists have gone.

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July on Instagram

Mussels & steamers with friends.

Back alley by the OB harbor.

Going off Island!

I love these weird plants.

Goldbud season!!

At the Book Barn in Oak Bluffs.

Breakfast at Artcliff- The Old Faithful

Birthday flowers :)

First present of the day from my boyfriend.

Stuck in traffic.

Ocean Park, post rain storm

Sushi at the Net Result, yum!

Bloody Marys at Park Corner brunch are a meal in themselves.

At Aequinox, my favorite store in Oak Bluffs.

If you want to follow me on Instagram, I’m vyyouvyanybody.

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Exercising in Oak Bluffs

Exercise has never been something that mattered to me. I have always been naturally fit, and up until a little over a year ago, I had been a smoker for eight years. As a smoker, I wanted nothing to do with any kind of strenuous movement (walking up stairs is considered strenuous when you’re a smoker.) After I quit in May of last year, I got terribly sick, coughing up years of tar and toxins.  Throughout the past year (which was hell, by the way) I have noticed an increased lung capacity and less of a fear of getting winded. I still wasn’t exercising, though, until one day I had an epiphany: I had succeed in freeing myself of a toxic habit. Every smoker knows they should quit, but not everyone actually does. After a year of not smoking, I had these new lungs; new lungs which were open and could expand the way they could when I was a kid. I can walk up stairs! I rarely get winded! It was time to use this gift I gave myself- it was time to start moving.

So for the first time since I had to stop doing gymnastics in my late teens, I am exercising. For the past month I’ve been walking (almost) every day at the Trade Winds air field in Oak Bluffs. It’s actually used as a dog park, mostly. I’m dying to see a plane land while I’m walking around, though.I’m a big fan of fields, always have been. I enjoy wide open spaces, they’re full of possibilities.

The field is speckled with random bits of bright orange & yellow flowers.

One way to get motivated to exercise, for me at least, is to buy cute workout gear that you feel comfortable in. I bought these new sneaks (I didn’t even own a pair) and I smile every time I put them on.

The best thing about Trade Winds, besides the killer sunset views, is this little secret place right at the entrance:

I decided to go check it out the other day, and guess what I found?

Neat found object art made by ???

I never really understood why some people exercise all the time, it has always seemed like a big waste of time & energy to me. But I’m starting to catch the bug. Walking only 30 minutes a day has now turned into 45 minutes of speed walking…and yoga 3 times a week. A new studio opened up a few minutes away from me on Circuit Ave in Oak Bluffs. I don’t know how I found out about it, maybe by simply walking by, but I decided to try it out. Somewhere between the second & third class, I was hooked.

Primo is the name of the gentleman who opened up and built the Martha’s Vineyard Yoga Center. It’s a simple yet beautiful space, with a long row of curtained windows along Circuit Ave.

Primo’s classes are energizing and push me to the edge without going over, as he would say. After one of his classes my body is buzzing, awake and ready to take on the day. I only wish I could go every day…

It’s funny, I used to be that person who hated exercising- I often used to joke that I wished I had wheels for legs, so I wouldn’t have to walk around everywhere. Now, I find myself fantasizing about Friday’s free community class at Martha’s Vineyard Yoga Center or my nightly walk as the sun sets.  I’m dying to talk to everyone about how great that day’s yoga practice was, how strong my legs were, how long I balanced for.

It’s a great feeling to have a body capable of doing amazing things, and having the drive to do amazing things with it. I certainly never though it would happen to me.

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Summer Tomatoes & Homemade Vinaigrette

There are two things I spend a small fortune on in the summer: Goldbud peaches, and Morning Glory Farm tomatoes. It’s not Goldbud season yet (soon enough though!) so lately I’ve been eating a lot of tomatoes.

I cherish a good tomato. Not just a ‘good’ tomato, but a perfectly ripe, sweet, deep red tomato. I mean one that makes you close your eyes when you take that first bite. I’m such a tomato snob that I rarely eat out of season tomatoes- why bother? For me, Morning Glory’s tomatoes are just perfect.

A friend of mine gave me a lovely birthday gift of Mermaid Farm feta cheese, which I had never experienced before. Let me tell you- this stuff is the best feta I’ve ever had.

I like to eat my tomatoes with some salt n’pepa, crumbled feta, and my mom’s recipe for vinaigrette. My mom is from France, so this recipe comes from a long line of French cooks. It’s the perfect sour accent to all things. The first thing I ever learned how to cook was this vinaigrette (I know you don’t actually cook it). Even before I could cook, when I would burn all my grilled cheese sandwiches, I could at least make this vinaigrette.

I thought I’d share the recipe with you, though I have to point out that my Dad would say I was “doing it all wrong.” He likes his on the vingear-y side, and my Mom and I tend to make it on the mustard-y side. No matter your tastes, you can make this however you’d like, and it will be good on literally everything. I put in on steak, vegetables (cooked or raw), and sometimes I just lick it off my finger straight from the jar. This vinaigrette is my comfort food.

First, you start with a jar to put it in. I like to use an old Grey Poupon jar from the last batch of dressing.

The basic ratio of oil to vinegar is two to one. So, what I do is throw a good amount of oil in the jar, depending on how much I want to make. But you should make a lot, because you’re going to use it on everything.

Then we need some oil. I have canola here- pick your favorite and go with it. I’ve tried olive oil a couple of times, but it congeals in the fridge and becomes a useless mess. Learn from my mistakes!

Also, you might be wondering why I’m making this on the stove. Well, in true Vineyard housing style I have zero counter space. Zero. Usually, I use my cutting board to cover half of my sink and use that as a counter. Plus, I wanted to show off my Mexican skull from my trip in March.

Once you’ve got as much oil as you want, put half that amount of vinegar in there. I’m using red wine vinegar. It’s okay if you put in too much or too little. You can always counter your mistakes by adding more of one of the other ingredients. You can never mess this up.

Then we need mustard. Or, “moutarde” in French. You can use any kind of moutarde you want- except that terrible yellow stuff! My favorite brand is Maille, that’s what the French use. Why not try something different- how about a course moutarde? I’ve never tried horseradish, but maybe that would be good? I have Trader Joe’s dijon, which is very sour. If I had another moutarde open, I would’ve used something else. Use as much moutarde as you feel like. I use a heaping fork-full.

Then stir vigorously! If you’re lazy or hate the sound of metal on glass you can put the lid on your jar and shake it around. It just so happens that this time around I made it perfectly on the first try. If yours seems really thick, add more vinegar or oil. If it’s really red, you need more mustard.

From here you can use it as is, or you can add some flare to your vinaigrette. Salt n’pepa, shallots, garlic- whatever you feel like.

So cut up your tomatoes, crumble some of that feta…

And pour a generous amount of my family’s French Vinaigrette on top!

Bon Appétit!

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Gay Head Lighthouse

Even though I’ve been here a few years, and I’ve seen the Gay Head Lighthouse a million times, this weekend was my first time going up it. A secret dream of mine is to be a lighthouse keeper (as well as a bookmobile driver, but nevermind that for now). I love the solitary aspect of the job, and the beauty you’d get to see every day. You wouldn’t have to work out ever, either. How do you get that job? I’m not sure if I’m qualified, but if you can put me in contact with the appropriate party, that would be great.

For $5 you can climb all the way up to where the big, hot lamps are spinning round and round. We happened to pick a time when no one else was there, which was perfect because it would’ve been a little cramped on that spiral staircase. When (if) you find parking in Aquinnah, walk up the grassy pathway that leads to the lighthouse. There were two very friendly ladies sitting in chairs, waiting to take my money. They told me to watch my head on the way up (there’s a tricky corner hanging low that’s been covered with foam to prevent injuries). I almost hit my head on it, anyways.

It’s not every day I get to walk around in old buildings with a lot of history. All the bricks and the musty smell reminded me of my travels to France, exploring old castles and the catacombs underneath Paris. Walking up the lighthouse was a nice reminder that life is a lot more than your daily tasks- that once upon a time there could’ve been a person your age walking up the very same steps. This lighthouse existed before me, and it will probably exist after I’m gone.

I’m so used to seeing this view from the ground that it was really exciting to get a different perspective.

When you reach the very top room, you’re surrounded by windows and there’s very little space to walk around the spinning lights. They’re big, dense lamps that blind you as the pass by slowly. I made sure I closed my eyes every time they whirred by.

And of course, the view:

Oh, and the walk down is pretty cool, too.

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Big News

Just as I was thinking of quitting the blog, MVOL (Martha’s Vineyard Online) contacted me asking if I would like to be listed on their blog page. MVOL has just about everything you need to know about things happening on the Vineyard. So of course I said yes. You can now find a link to the latest Distress Signals posts here.

Since I’m going to be a big-time hot shot blogger now, I decided to create a Facebook page for the blog, so you should like my page. If you do, you’ll be the first to know when I post & you’ll get to see other stuff I think is cool. If you don’t, you’ll never know what you’re missing out on.

Exciting, no?

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June on Instagram

Here are some of my instagram pics from June!

Circuit Ave, Oak Bluffs

The Alabama, Vineyard Haven Harbor

Chowder & Don Julio (extra limes!) at the Chowder Company, Oak Bluffs

Cottages, Oak Bluffs

The Gay Head Lighthouse, Aquinnah

At the top of the Lighthouse, Aquinnah

South Beach, Edgartown

Morning Glory Farm salad bar, Edgartown

Scooter rentals, Oak Bluffs

Park Corner Bistro, Oak Bluffs

End of the beach day, South Beach, Edgartown

My username is vyyouvyanybody if you’d like to follow me on instagram!

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Birthday Eve

It is my Birthday Eve.

I should be out celebrating the fact that I am a year older, but birthdays always make me sad.

I read once that the human body grows up until the age of 25, at which point cells start dying instead of regenerating. The beginning of the end is at age 25. Morbid, perhaps, but I have noticed many changes in myself the past two years. Wrinkles around my mouth, dark circles under my eyes, and an decreased ability to tolerate alcohol or a lack of sleep are just a few I can name. Most recently, I have gained weight- which I have never had to worry about before. When I look at my body now, I don’t recognize myself. Is this my body? Where are my ribs? I realize that everyone’s body changes, I just didn’t know how to prepare myself for this. The mirror can’t lie, though.That’s the worst thing about mirrors.

I’m not ready to get old(er). I’m not sure I’ll ever be.

Just as I have been dealing with changes within myself, the Island has changed completely from when I first began this blog. Summer is in full swing, and I know I’m not the only one who feels like it is the craziest summer in recent memory. It’s as if visitors come here and choose to abandon all local, State, or Federal laws. The amount of debauchery, lascivious behavior, and all-around rudeness I have been experiencing is appalling. I don’t know why people, when on vacation, need to act the way they have been.

  Here are a couple tips for those vacationing on Martha’s Vineyard:

-Please walk, ride bikes, and run on the bike path or on the sidewalks. That’s why they exist.

-Mopeds: our roads aren’t wide enough for both you and a vehicle. Try to avoid the smallest roads, such as in Edgartown. Remember, you have to stay as far to the side of the road as possible. This is for everyone’s safety.

-Please do not drink and drive. This is not Disneyland, though it might seem like it at times. People do die from reckless behavior- no one is immune. We don’t want you to die or hurt anyone else, this is why there are taxis.

-Try to be civil, pleasant even! With an increase of almost 100,000 people during the summer, please remember that there will be a line basically everywhere you go, and you will have to wait your turn. Don’t get mad, though, you’re on vacation! Just relax and go with the flow, however slow it may be.

-You are not better than anyone else. Please show respect to everyone you meet.

-Please respect our buildings, beaches, parks, libraries, etc, etc. We like to keep things looking nice around here.

-Smile, and have fun! We hope you’ll enjoy the Island as much as we do.

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