Sunday after church I suggested we drive back to the festival and get some stuff: plants and lawn art. I had been thinking about posting poetry out by the mailbox (stole this idea from the city of Takoma Park, but I plan to change my poems every so often and include shorter pieces for kids and dogs as well) and it occurred to me that a flag-type poem holder might be easier to manage than a signpost for the grownup poems. I saw a holder that might work. V thought it would be better if É came along, but É wasn't feeling the Rose Festival. É's mom said V could stay and play while I went by myself--at least I think that's how she would have ended if I hadn't sped away with a triumphant cackle mid-sentence. So I ended up with a holder, a birdish creature, a bottle tree, and two shrubberies.
This morning I had a big to-do list and things started poorly at The Home Depot. I needed bolts for my toe-clips and I couldn't find the right ones. Neither could the The Home Depot guy and HE DIDN'T CARE. If I worked at The Home Depot and someone had to go home boltless I would at least pretend I were sorry. They did have wall screws for the stupid IKEA lights I stupidly bought a long time ago. Jennifer took them and then decided they were too stupid to put anywhere, so she snuck them into my car when I was last in town. Oh look--now LJ spellcheck is trying to tell me "snuck" is misspelled! My life is very difficult. My troubles with THD were nowhere near over, as I needed a type-B base bulb and no bulb in the store stated "type B" on its packaging. I had a very unenlightening conversation with another THD guy about "type B" vs. "candelabra" base bulbs. I bought a bunch of things and the total bill was not as bad as I'd thought it would be. Back at the car, I checked the receipt and figured out that I wasn't charged for two items. Even though I TOTALLY DESERVED two free items I went back in and paid for them.
We went to the library, JoAnn's, a camping store that turned out to be closed on Mondays dangit, and the grocery store. Then I dug some holes and we planted things near the mailbox, to complement the poetry when I finally get that thing put together. Then we went to the other library and watched Aladdin--after the movie, we learned that Wednesday nights you (if you're 6-10 years old) can read books to a real live dog. V is looking forward to this and I am a little jealous.