Until today's rainstorm, the cherry trees around our condo complex were sporting big, juicy sprigs of pink blossoms. Now, not so much. We braved the rainstorm to attack the library booksale, which was just as mobbed and nasty as in previous years. If I didn't love bargains so much, I would be turned away by the moist clouds of B.O. and urine wafting off the other buyers. I can stand it for about 45 minutes, then I have to get out of there. I found lots of interesting fiction books for this summer, as well as some wedding planning books for my sister (Hi Eri!). I scoured the "domestic arts" section, and there were zilch knitting books. Tons of needlework, macrame, macaroni arts, home decor, and entertaining, but no knitting. I wonder if someone got there early and cleaned them out. Most of these books were from the 1960s-1980s, and maybe knitting books weren't popular back then. I also tried to find hidden gems in the cookbook section, but unless "Microwave Masterpieces" is your idea of a fancy dinner, there was no joy to be had. If I had the time (and the Vapo-Rub to smear under my nose), I'm sure there were lots of interesting diamonds in the rough. I'm happy with my haul, and for a total of $7.50, I'd say it was a great deal. And for lunch, a scrounged-together combo of tasty, hi-cal yogurt, Lindt Excellence Intense Orange Chocolate, braeburn apples, and goat cheese. Super.