Hurricane Jose came to town this week, staying offshore but brushing the Island with tropical storm-force winds.

Day returned — again. Day is my daughter’s security blanket, a small square of blue felt with a satin border she likes to move her fingers along like a set of worry beads.

When circumstances seem at sixes and sevens, one can sink one’s hands in a dog’s coat of fur or a cat’s muscularity and feel grounded.

The first boat I worked on was a fishing vessel out of Provincetown on the tip of Cape Cod called the Jimmy Boy.

For the first time in my life, I am unemployed during the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby.