The end of our tomato season with huge crops is over. It was wonderful. We preserved tomatoes every way possible and ate them by every recipe known to this woman. We gave bushels away to friends, some repeatedly. Now it’s over and as summer winds down, I feel liberated. Too much hot weather and too many tomatoes this year. The drought ended and that was heavenly. But now it’s back. Woody didn’t want me reporting on his health but at least he can’t object to my saying that he as well as I have mostly recovered. We are at last eating quasi-normal meals. I don’t know if I can look at yogurt for perhaps two weeks. And white rice can go back to hell. Bring on the fruit and veggies, whole grains, meat. I make good chicken soup but enough is enough. Joan Norris, the saint of cats, saved Dido and is acclimating her to a life most lived indoors. The daughter did pay for the shots and vet, so that was a relief. Joan thinks she can find a home for her since many people like beautiful longhaired cats who are affectionate. Dido has taken to Joan, purrs, plays, rolls over to have her belly rubbed – a sign of great trust in cats. Yesterday Joan was called by social services and the police to the house of hoarders where among the piles of trash there were eleven cats living in squalor. If you ever feel generous, Joan’s cat charity is The Last Resort, 1126 Broadway, Hanover MA 02339, 781 829 9560. That’s where my superkitten Willow came from. It’s a no-kill shelter where the cats are handled and socialized and pretty happy. She has found homes for 18,000 cats so far.We are getting many beans and beginning to get more peppers but the eggplants are still on the stingy side. I planted fall lettuce this week, arugula, dill and radishes. The arugula is already up. I love that stuff. The snails have been attacking the Chinese cabbages. The leeks are coming along nicely. I just did an interview with a community radio station in Portland Oregon for my new book of essays and rants and a few poems from PM Press, MY LIFE, MY BODY and they also wanted to talk about MADE IN DETROIT. I bought a new phone this week, an edge Droid. I have been transferring aps from my old decrepit phone to this shiny new one, but yet we haven’t figured out how to move my music. I’ve written three poems this week. Woody and I went to the DownCape Downwinders, a group dedicated to closing our local nuclear power plant. I took on a couple of projects, one of which I began today, successfully. There are all these signs on Cape highways, Evacuation Route, but if [and when] Fukushima clone Pilgrim among the three worst run nuclear power plants in the States, the first thing that will happen is that the bridges will be closed. There is no evacuation plan for the Cape. Shelter in place. Bring your pets inside – I am imagining how my friends with horses, pigs, chickens, sheep are going to do that. And lock the doors. Radiation may know, apparently, but you shouldn’t let it in. As it goes into the soil, into the water, into the food you grow and into you.