'Now entering Woonsocket, RI. Drive slow your car.'
The good:
-this dreary, dead-end mill town, where everybody speaks a mystifying dialect borne of French-Canadian vowel inventory, New England non-rhoticity, and a very insular (and colorful) local vocabulary.
-my grandmother, 95 years old, with new teeth and a new wig, sharper than ever.
-yarn for $1/skein, producing a warm 'Nova Scotia' scarf for my mother this afternoon.
-getting to revisit this favorite place (among others) in the coming week. and getting to revisit warmth and sunshine and very fresh tropical fruits.
-this dreary, dead-end mill town, where everybody speaks a mystifying dialect borne of French-Canadian vowel inventory, New England non-rhoticity, and a very insular (and colorful) local vocabulary.
-my grandmother, 95 years old, with new teeth and a new wig, sharper than ever.
-yarn for $1/skein, producing a warm 'Nova Scotia' scarf for my mother this afternoon.
-getting to revisit this favorite place (among others) in the coming week. and getting to revisit warmth and sunshine and very fresh tropical fruits.