For Thanksgiving, we went to Block Island, RI. I guess the general description of it is that it’s Martha’s Vineyard (MV) without the super chic, the ‘super chic’, and the tourists. During the summer there are still a bazillion tourists, but apparently it’s not as bad (or not as bad for as long?) as MV. Anyway, while many of the shops open up on Black Friday and Saturday, and quite a few people came over on the ferry, we were definitely there during the off season and it was super quiet, which is how we like it. We also like when we can stay in places like this for super cheap, and being part of the military provides a few options for that, thus the mini vacation. (See, there’s this website that has a ton of 1-week vacation rentals for super cheap. For instance, on Block Island, we stayed at a timeshare place for about $300/7 nights. Anyway, makes taking a vacation a little more guilt free.)
The major event that happened while we were there was that I got a tick bite! Five months away from the high desert and I’ve already gotten attacked. Let me put this into perspective: James grew up in the Northwest, right? Theoretically a plethora of opportunities to get a tick bite. So in the thirteen or so years he was in such an area, guess how many times he’s been bitten? Once. Yeah, i know, zero would have made my point better and would have been a little funnier, but still. 1/13 years v. 1/5 months. Or, to use the same units: 1/13 v. 1/0.032 (1/156 v. 1/5). It also seems like it’s something i should be ashamed of. I mean, I’m not, but it seems like it’s one of those things that one speaks about in whispers and only to one’s closest friends. Not like a mosquito bite; a mosquito bite is all about “dag nabbit! I got bit!” but a tick bite is more like “i was bitten by a tick” in tiny, all lowercase letters, like i’ve done something naughty. But perhaps this is because I grew up in an area where tick bites are rare to nonexistent. My fear of insects is greater than any fear of pain I might have, so i encouraged James to dig around to get every last bit of the thing out of my shoulder. He couldn’t, but still. And if it had to happen (i mean HAD TO HAPPEN) i’m glad I’M the one who experienced this blessed event because the other two options were:
a) Evie getting one -need I say more?
b) James getting it and ME having to do the digging. NONONONO!
But it’s all okay, because James called the clinic and was told that it was the wrong type of tick for Lyme disease. BUT if I do have Lyme disease, i’ve watched Joan of Arcadia, so I know that if i start seeing God in the form of random people (e.g., a cute boy, a kindly, elderly woman), I’ll know to go straight to the hospital.
But let’s not obsess over this. Back to Block Island. So I like the TV movies Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea (true fans know it’s not Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Green Gables, the sequel. Ick.), and this place reminded me quite a bit of the scenery of Prince Edward Island, if that helps one to picture it. Quite a bit of the island is protected, which helps with the general beauty of the place. It also, apparently, has an infestation of deer (hence the tick bite, reference above). However, we did not see or hit a single deer and we drove the 10 square mile island quite a bit.
Probably one of the coolest things was North Light Fiber (http://www.northlightfibers.com/); it’s this farm/mill/store that produces wool, mostly from alpaca, but they also have yak, and I don’t even remember what else. We got to have a short tour of the mill -super fascinating and completely awesome. I got my beanie from there (see below), which was about the only thing i could afford, and if i was a knitter, i would have been in heaven. The yarn was GORGEOUS and as it was, it made me want to learn how to knit.
The weather was amazingly nice, for the most part. I mean, it wasn’t shorts and t-shirt weather, but when it was rainy, it was mid-50s warm, and when it was cold, there was only one day of crazy wind chill. The coldest day was the first real day we were there.
This is the Southeast Light (lighthouse); since it faces the Atlantic, it’s got a huge light. Lamp? Anyway, looks lovely out, right? See below:
This isn’t to sneak a picture of me in; take a look at the mini flag and my hair. It was so windy, which made it SO COLD. I felt like i was back in the AV.
But the rest of the time, when it was cold, it was crisp, which is how we like it, or rainy (which we also like, when we’re inside with hot chocolate, maybe some sort of liquor, and a board game) Also, there was a lobster trap Christmas tree.
And we had some fun with the camera and the tripod:
This was too funny to pass up: