Another Lovely Saturday

The weather was perfect for Springfest - not too hot, not a bit chilly, just comfortable.  We started out on the street where all the food was NOT, and visited with the vendors there.  I met a older woman who repairs jewelry.  She had some gorgeous vintage pieces, and a bracelet that made me catch my breath, BUT...we were on our way to the train depot where the annual library book sale was being held, and I was saving my dollars for the Must Have Bargains waiting there.  I asked for the jewelry lady's card, and will find her another day.

We went past a street where children were riding ponies and clamoring for toys.  We passed people who had brought their dogs out for the event - all groomed, wearing bandanas around their necks and eagerly sniffing the Italian sausage scent that was wafting in the air.  We ordered two cokes and damn near died when the price was 10 bucks (I could have bought that bracelet), and I plan to keep that ugly yellow and red rubber tumbler to remind me of my foolishness.

But oh, the books at the depot.  There were thousands of them.  I found a few prizes - the complete works of Robert Frost, a volume of Carl Sandburg, a Susan Isaacs novel (don't you just love her fiction?  The woman has a range that is enviable), and then I picked up some titles by authors I had never read, but were irresistable:  When I was Five, I Killed Myself.  I mean - is that a hook or what?

It was a really good day.  The company was good.  And after the coke fiasco, we decided not to dine at the festival, but went to a Mexican Restaurant where we lounged and lazed and I started reading my Susan Isaacs book, which I finished by evening.  Guilty pleasures.  Nothing wrong with indulging in them every now and then.