I avoid the stores until I have no choice. Today, my toe comes through my left shoe and my best pants drag threads and my jacket is too light for this cold. So we go, my walking fortitude and I, to the stores. Now I have four solid shoes and six unfrayed legs and enough down to hold me. And no more stores, no more floor walkers or window dressers, no racks of prestressed, no submerging aisles. No gloves � I break before we find gloves � but I swear I'll grow long hair on my hands.