A coyote trotted along that fence line yesterday. Two sightings in a month! He was about Finn’s size, in seeming good health, and headed who knows where. I texted my neighbor to make sure their cat, Max, was inside. He was.
This cold spell makes a New Englander grateful for shelter. And for gloves, cars with heat, boots, down coats, felted hats, and fireplaces. Yesterday as I ran out for bagels and lox for the boys (you can’t beat Rosenthal’s!), I worried about the homeless. How awful this must be for them!
Tomorrow at the Patriots’ Home game, they are allowing blankets. Better yet, the team has offered to collect and launder the blankets afterwards and donate them to The Pine Street Inn — a day shelter in town. K and son number two will be watching from the comfort of our couch. Son number one will be back in sunny California.
Yesterday it was potato leek soup. Today it will be chicken, ginger, noodle and chic pea with tumeric. A restorative brew!