CALL ME SNAKE

Most people who get to a place as beautiful as Martha’s Vineyard stick around if given a chance. But I’m not most people. I left after a fews days to get back to working on my book plus another short-term project that’s due soon. Twenty hours after returing to Boston, that’s seeming like a dumber and dumber move.

Most people relax on a place as beautiful as Martha’s Vineyard. But I’m not most people. I went from biking to swimming to blading to swimming and kept it up all day long. I was moving so fast, I almost didn’t make it off the Island. First I decided to try to get from the house we were staying in in Edgartown to the Oak Bluffs ferry in 20 minutes by bike, & my bike was weighed down with gear. But I was racing so fast along the bike path, I didn’t realize until it was too late that I had missed the the turnoff for Oak Bluffs and was instead heading to Vineyard Haven. So I missed that boat by sheer stupidity but caught the next one. Upon leaving the boat, I could have waited 12 minutes for the bus but instead decided to ride three miles to the bus stop in Falmouth which I figured I could do in 12 or 15 minutes. But again I was moving so fast that I went clear past the bus station and only realized my mistake when I reached the satellite parking lot. I then raced back to the bus station and caught the bus. But there was no room for my bicycle and the driver said I should have gotten on at Woods Hole when the bus was empty. Somehow I managed to squeeze my bike into a compartment that was too small for a bike and I got back to Boston, safe and sound. I took my time on the bike ride to Cambridge.

Now I’m here working (and not getting much done) while the rest of my family is enjoying the beaches of Martha’s Vineyard. And I only have one person to blame for that. Well actually three people: me, myself, and I.