Sorry--I can't stop. I was going to finish and save this for tomorrow, but there has been a DEVELOPMENT, and for some reason, I have to send this out first.
So today I persuaded Nick to come out for a walk. We chosen nearby Vernon Street--picturesque if you like your walks poker-straight on a respectable-shabby-outskirts kind of through street. Its charm is that it leads to our local Ocean State Job Lot. Which Nick deems safer than the bike path. Well, we needed canned herring and oatmeal. And plastic tubs for all the books (another day, since it would be a rant and a distraction).
And there is nature, Job Lot—style.
I know the assortment of fats has already been touched on, but it turns out I took a much better photograph than the one I sent from Nick.)
It's just another love song to Ocean State Job Lot.
