Well, there are many ways to have a “perfect day” on the Vineyard. For me, there has to be some time out in Tashmoo quahogging or digging steamers. If I’m alone, it’s so meditative. If I’m with my family, it’s quite a circus, but always time well spent. Plus we can look forward to a large pot of steamers and some stuffies on the deck later.
For my family and visitors, most of this day will revolve around the water. Some will go fishing, and others will dream up a delicious way to eat the catch. I will take my best friend or my grandchildren for a long beach walk. On a perfect day, we will find some exceptional sea glass. We will address questions big and small, and gain some insight into each other’s lives. When the wind comes up in the afternoon, I will take a sail on my ancient Sunfish, hoping to transfer my waning sense of adventure to the next generation of sailors. This 73-year-old body sometimes has trouble accomplishing this with perfect grace, but I try not to dwell on it.
Later, while everyone is reading or resting, three or four of us will tackle the latest NYTimes Sunday crossword, which I have been jealously guarding for just this special moment. My son and daughter have now eclipsed me in the speed with which they supply answers to the clues. While I protest loudly, I am secretly so proud they have ably embraced this family tradition, just the way I’m sure my father felt when I provided him with clues he couldn’t quickly retrieve.
The day ends, naturally, with a beach fire, stargazing, and s’mores for the kids. Luckily, the grandchildren always make one for their grandmother, Mimsy. Yes, a perfect day. And COVID can’t change that.