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[sovay]

Just in case spatch and I had had any doubts about the utility of the vaccinations we re-upped this afternoon at the Theatre Pharmacy, where you can still treat yourself from the candy counter after a shot—we got a packet of caramel creams, a Zagnut, and a Sky Bar—we were street-hassled for our masks less than an hour later while stepping out of Book Ends in Winchester Center, by a dude who thought comedy meant repeating the punch line. I may have told him to get under the earth.

Of my several attempts at a self-portrait from the passenger seat with my insurance phone's camera, spatch said I should share the one where I look as though I have just seen a bird beyond the window.



He got me a reprint of Claire Keegan's Small Things Like These (2021) and a card featuring a small black cat, adorably rolled over, with sincere green eyes.

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[sovay]

(Grocery stores, one of the first to eschew counter service in the South in favor of the A&P “get it yourself” model.)

I must have encountered them first in books, although I did see them in the wild in high school. (How much do I not want to road-trip through South Carolina at the present moment? Let's just take the ways as counted!)

[selkie]

It's funny because they're the poor people grocery store? And yet the charming anthropomorphic pig has carried them into Literature. (This also happened with Winn-Dixie, which was the trashy grocery store and is now Aldi.)

Yeah no sorry the car is um... unable to cross the Maryland line because it will... melt?

[sovay]

(This also happened with Winn-Dixie, which was the trashy grocery store and is now Aldi.)

I had missed the Aldi! The sometimes counterintuitive power of art.

Yeah no sorry the car is um... unable to cross the Maryland line because it will... melt?

No, I've seen the axles, it will.