Chilly, Wndy, and Kitten-less

It’s been unseasonably cold this week with sometimes fierce winds just about every day.  I’ve managed to work outside some, but the wind irritates my eyes, which could be serious for me.  I am eager to plant, but it’s slow going. The widn particularly is hard on my eyes.  we’ve had to put on the heater in the little greenhouse for a couple of nights – never before in late April, almost May

Last night we went into town to dinner with Natasha, Dale and Stephen. She is just down for the weekend from Dartmouth where she teaches molecular biology. It always great to see her. And nice to be asked out for dinner – there aren’t a lot of friends who do that any longer. She made a delicious chicken with tar ragon in a cream sauce.

I am intensifying my search for a kitten.  It’s hard these days with TNR eliinating feral born kittens and many people in the Northeast neutering their pets.  The good has its problem  side.  I check various shelters just about every day.  It has to be a kitten as they are far easier to introduce to our resident rescue cats. The Northeast Animal Shelter in Salem MA had one very cute kitten this week. I put in an adoption rdeuest.  78 people applied ahead of me and the kitten was long gone, although its picture and information had only just gone on line. I tried a lone kitten from Cape Cod MSPCA this morning but did not hear back – assume he was adopted before I got there. This morning there were 3 in the Northeast shelter, so I put in a request sight unseen.

I could not get in to see my osteopath for weeks because he is head of medicine at Harwich Outer Cape Health Srices and was in charge of putting in their nw phone system.  When I finally got to see him this week, my back was a mess.  One leg was longer than the other [I’d noticed that] and evrythign from ass to neck was very sore.  He worked on me hard and has me coming back next week for more adjustments.  He said I’d be sore afterward and I surely was.

The new configuration of the poetry group met this week and it was good.  Very helpful for revising my two poems and fun to hear many good poems from other poets. I’d still like to find one moe good local poet to join.

It’s gorgeous here but still unseasonably cold and windy.  March is supposed to be windy, but March was and April has been.  Because of the blebs in my eyes from the glaucoma operations, wind is dangerous for me and quite painful. We have hundreds of daffodils in bloom.

I’m hoping this afternoon the wind will die down and it will warm up enough not to shock the poor plants I want to dig in today from the greenhouse.