Sundays are for scoring
no, really.
Me:
35 of what was probably an ambitious 50 volume international literary anthology, published in 1925. Found this morning in a free box in Pacheco. As I say, world, your Kindle is my gain.
Bill:
Arguably the world’s most perfect chicken stump, finally stolen from an empty lot after months of admiration from afar. Bill’s stump offers spacious accommodations at varied elevation: great for birds who are in the full time business of perching-while-napping and vying constantly amongst themselves for supremacy.
I’m off to see if sun damage gradates alphabetically or chronologically along my book spines, and Bill is of the mind that acquisitive Sunday mornings (even those without stump relocation thrown into the mix) are best celebrated by an early afternoon nap.
Here’s hoping your weekend brought you something unexpected as well…
I pass on the Kindle, as well. I adore old books. Especially interesting old books.
Sunday scores
Me: 1 fun basket complete with fixtures to mount on my bike handlebars, a fancy label-maker, a puzzle, a cute summer dress, and a net to catch-and-release bats that are finding a way into our apartment. All for $1 at the town rummage sale!
Him: 1 straw bale that had tumbled into the roadside weeds off a passing haywagon – perfect mulch for our garden rows!
Oh, full marks. Bill would approve of your bale, but the bat net may very well be our winner…