Tues Rain

After a slow start, I put many layers of clothes on and ventured out into the elements – rain, wind, cold – and walked to the PO. The lady was lovely. It costs the same to send a card as a postscard to Australia. Today’s useless info.

I caught the bus to Edgartown – another of the 3 main villages on this island. The architecture is far more coherent than here. All, well, 90%, are white with shades of grey trim. Only 1 shade per house. The book says Greek Revival and Federal styles. What ever that means. I did see 1 Greek Revival style – a large church with 6 Greek columns in the front and a tall clock tower built in 1843 at the height of the whaling industry. I saw no similar houses with columns. The church was right near the bus stop. I walked along the main street past some interesting looking shops but I was too wet to go in. It was pouring. I could not take photos – too wet, so I found somewhere to have soup and dawdled so that I did not have to stand in the rain for too long waiting for the return bus.

I have enjoyed being warm inside this afternoon, listening to the wind howl around outside and watching the whitecaps and spray through the window.

This evening the wind was blowing strongly but the rain was only a drizzle when I walked to the town for dinner. The seagulls were making a funny noise – like I associate with films with deserted beaches in English seaside towns in winter. I past one of the buses I took yesterday with the same driver – Diane. She was waiting at the end of the route, beckoned me into the bus and asked what I had done today. Very friendly.

Some unrelated things I have forgotten to mention:

A local used the word ‘lilypadding’ to describe what many do in the summer – rent out their main place of residence and rent for themselves a cheaper place.

Yesterday, for the first time, I found a drink menu that had zinfandel by the glass.

Boston Bakes for Breast Cancer is an annual event which has been held for about 15 years in which different participating businesses sell a special desert / cake/ biscuit for the period 7 th to 13th May and donate the profits. Instead of doing the Mother Day Classic jog, like I did last year with Carol, this year I will have to eat something sweet.

I am usually careful when I cross roads in foreign countries. There are many bike paths around here. Sometimes the footpaths and bike paths are the same. I was walking along, mentally miles away, heard someone call out ‘passing’ and stepped to my left. Wrong. A possibly nasty incident was averted by the skill of the cyclist.