If the weather is clear, Sunday night will open with a brilliant harvest full moon rising over Chappaquiddick. But then the moon will fade as Vineyard skywatchers experience a lunar eclipse. The show begins just after 10 p.m.

Every year the days before and the days after Rosh Hashonnah and Yom Kippur I get very blue. Nostalgia (which literally means the pain of the past) plays the biggest role in my sadness.

There are seldom times I do not mourn the sea/And all the descending memories darkening below/The wheeling of seabirds in the wake is one/On 32 South from Montevideo to Cape Town

Every year I say the same thing to my husband, “I’d love to take a vacation . . . on Martha’s Vineyard.”

I’ve got last day blues. They are as blue as the waves crashing on Squibnocket when I flash my beach pass for the last time.

Two years ago I wrote a Gazette column about the boxes in my basement — or to be more precise (and pathetic), the boxes in our basements.