The August Harvest

In spite of all the late summer busy-ness, the week was also productive for my own work.  I wrote three poems and revised them extensively. Nina and I made great progress on my new poetry book. There is one section that has to be winnowed some more, corrected and then put into the correct format.  Then I have to see which poems I may have put in my forthcoming book THE HOUR OF MY DEATH. If I would l to use one or two of my poems that are included, I have to get permission from Sybelline Press.  

 

We were not social this week at all, but we’re going out tonight to celebrate our friend Mitch’s birthday. She flew in from L.A. to spend about a week with her mother and her sister Natasha. We look forward to seeing her. I got her a lapis lazuli necklace.

 

The tomatoes and beans especially keep rolling in. Mostly we eat them ourselves but there are so many we give them to Nina and several friends. Today we returned to preserving. Canned ten jars of tomatoes. Woody says the house smells like a Campbell’s Soup factory.

 

I still haven’t made fresh tomato soup, which is delicious, or zucchini soup, served cold. But it’s cool this weekend – was also cool and overcast on Friday – so the zuke soup will have to wait till it warms up again, which It surely will this coming week.

 

I also froze four more pounds of pole beans this week. The freezer is getting very full. Have to get something out of there.  Every day I call my friend Karen, who has been hospitalized since February. She feels like a prisoner and wants desperately to finally go home. She’s a good person and doesn’t deserve all the pain and trauma she has gone through. 

 

Her son Tony, who lives in Wellfleet and run a restaurant here, Scully Joe’s –just had a rave review in the Boston Globe.  Specializes in small plates, especially of seafood. We haven’t been there as we don’t try to eat in restaurants during August.  We’ll go in mid-September when things have quieted a bit and there’s parking. He’s in excellent location, down by the pier where there’s lots of people and lots of foot traffic.

 

This stupid unnecessary war with Iran goes on and on, hurting everyone except the government of Iran. Nobody else wants any part of it. 

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