Memo to self

All these fish and forests are getting too heavy. The most beautiful weather is happening every day and the day stays light until 9:45 pm (I’m sunburned, dammit). I recognized Carol Shields in Grafton’s Bookstore today — she’s in one of those final stages of breast cancer, yet she was walking, talking, smiling, selling off a pile of books to Grafton’s, before heading to Ottavio’s next door to stock up on Italian comestibles. Grafton’s is an antiquariat — was Shields, as the shop owner suggested, making room at home for new books? Make a sentence with the words bookstore, food, cancer, and survival.