I’m still trying to get an approximate page count on the new poetry book I’m working on, but I keep putting poems in and taking poems out.  Wrote three poems this week and put two of them in.  A little nutty, aren’t I? Fiddling and fiddling with it all.  Editing poems too.We ate out twice this week, which is highly unusual for us.  Generally I like my own cooking, we have a garden full of vegetables ready to harvest and eat, and I prefer generally if I’m going out to go to friends.  but the Friends of the Council on Aging of which I’m the vice president raises funds for programs and grants and the van that takes people to appointments, etc by a program in which 11 local restaurants give a percentage of their food take one night.  It happens between Labor Day and Oysterfest. So I wanted to show appreciate by dining at several of the restaurants, including one this week.Then on Saturday night we went to a pig roast in Truro – next town north of here between us and Provincetown.  I don’t keep kosher, although I never learned to eat ham.  But I have learned as an adult to eat pork.  The feast had many other dishes, anyhow. We ate there with friends, Paul and Dan, and chatted with other friends as the evening went on. It was a lot of fun.Woody and I alternate going to the meetings of Downcape Downwinders, a group devoted to trying to close down Pilgrim nuclear power plant before it closes down our lives. There is no evacuation from the Cape.  Pilgrim is a clone of Fukishima and like it perches on the edge of ocean waters, Massachusetts Bay, and leaks into the Bay.  In its attic are over 3000 spent fuel rods where 800 were licensed.It has one problem after another and is in a hurricane prone zone here with global warming raising the temperature of Bay waters every summer past the safe point for cooling the reactor.Anyhow, I’ve joined the publicity and the outreach committees.   To me, they’re one and the same.My elderly cat Efi, a Siamese, has kidney problems and now a serious bladder infection.  She is the hardest cat to pill.  I have to give her two pills every day and she won’t take them in treats.  I have scratches to prove how much she dislikes taking pills.  When I had to give pills to Malkah, who died last December, she used to take them meekly. Then a month later I’d find them in a near row under the couch.Exciting Patriots game today.  Finally some offense.  It also rained, and we really needed it.  I’m dehydrating more tomatoes and cayenne peppers.  I squinted and squinted trying to fix a necklace that has a broken catch.  It’s an extremely fine chain and so far, I’ve gotten nowhere with it.  Usually I find it soothing to repair jewelry, but not when I can barely see the damned thing.