No parades or lists this weekend, just a drive following my hunches. And there are a few, some books (one - a 1st edition of "Adrift on an Ice Pan" - the first hand account of one man's voyage on an ice pan, I'm guessing, complete with illustrations & photo of the author - 10 points for obscure adventure travel), some antique artist's handbooks, a houseplant that perfectly fills the corner, a couple of grass-hockey sticks to be placed in the hall with the walking sticks, sword and canes, a musical frog, a slingshot I pass on to G at work (who swears to kill gophers with it that very evening. **sigh**).
Nothing too great, but not too bad either, the season is, after all, over.