jinian and
hattifattener and I trawled the library book sale pretty well. Some of my cool finds were --
Zeppelin. A book of thrilling WWI zeppelin tales was plenty, but it turns out it's by the captain of the Hindenberg! The last chapter is written by his colleague and friend.
The Character Dimension of Camping. For seventy-five cents, once I hit the use of IBM-machine cards in sociometric record-keeping by Camp Chingachgook counselors, how could I pass it up? Copyright 1960 the YMCA.
Bundling: Its Progress, Origin, and Decline in America.
Still in print; go figure. My copy doesn't have any date, so I can imagine it's as old as I like.
Mecca the Blessed, Medina the Radiant. Some stunning photographs. And some unexpected ones -- I didn't realize you could
photograph the Black Stone.
Also some McKillip and Pinkwater I didn't have, w00t.
We tried to go to the Urban Horticulture plant sale, but they were inconveniently already closing up. Freaks. So we went vindictively to buy dead plants instead, at the produce store with the dancing strawberries.
hattifattener bought a fully operational battlegrapefruit.
I potted the bay-tree sprout which you haven't heard of in this time-order, moved some morning glories from the successful pot to the unsuccessful one (more of whose native seeds have
now shown up, but feebly), thinned some winged beans out into pots for giving, and rearranged the pots outside from where they were conveniently waterable to where they'll want to be to climb up the webbing. Finally, I yoinked the mother fern upright
again. This fern has no elasticity at all, is in fact a highly viscous liquid, as one can see from the fact that ferns in old churches are thicker at the bottom, which is actually a reference to the Black Death.