But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever. I will give thanks to You forever, because You have done it, and I will wait on your name, for it is good, in the presence of Your godly ones.
Yesterday Ian and I went to the Worcester Common Outlets (WCO, not to be confused with the WTO) in a vain attempt to purchase power converters for the outlets in London and rechargable batteries for my camera. I say a vain attempt because the mall has been gutted since the last time we visited; its broad empty halls echo with workmen’s voices and the harsh clamor of heavy tools. Vast tracts of plastic drape across halls, blocking passage, while hastily constructed wooden barriers prevent passage up the escalators. A few signs taped to the plastic, or slid into stands, show optimistic artistic renditions of the New, Improved WCO. There, everything grows lush and green; trees flower year-round, as do daffodils and young women. Happy, multiethnic people walk the streets in those pictures as shiny, modern glass buildings stretch proudly to the sky. You almost expect to see people holding proud signs: