Gina's on Skinner Street, but we were not successful in finding her. I see now she would not have been open for breakfast anyways. We finally staggered in to Danforth Deli, and ordered a man's breakfast. I must say the food was faultless. Even our little fruit cup had bits of mango surprise; all fresh and well-made.
As we waited for a dollar store to open (mostly to buy a bag so I did not have to carry around my book), a sparrow chick practiced his begging. All I had was some chunky organic peanut butter from Danforth. After some coaxing, he snagged a chunk before a male sparrow horned in on his action. He came back for more, too, even as he furiously tried to wipe his beak clean.
|Sparrow ponders; is peanut butter edible?|
We then walked to the local market and picked up some lunch and breakfast things. After a nap, we headed along the waterfront. I met a fisherman happy to have caught a crab big enough to keep.
Newcastle island is cloaked in peaceful greenery. There are pines, cedar, oak, and rhodedendron the size of trees. Even Art commented that the natural surroundings, the sighing of the water, "clears the mind". Art spent some time taking photos.
Oh, by the way. My morning numbers of 6.0 (mll/l) I am sure, are a reflection of all the walking we did yesterday. Despite what my doctor hopes, I am sure that exercise is the key to my control.