The Rings Around Saturn

We were at this intersection where we'd been skipped before.  We waited.  It skipped us.  It skipped us again.  The people behind us at the intersection gave up and turned right.  It skipped us again and again.  Eventually we gave up and turned right too.

Loud workers are here with an impossibly loud radio.  Oh, and the saw.

We went to the Book Den because gardening books were on sale.  I thought there might be something Ming would like.  I looked at poetry and found something fantastic by someone who went to my grad school, same program.