Not for wearing at a party
The wheat paste failed. An old fan-pleated clip-on lampshade was decades old anyhow, but after the wire part and the shade itself parted ways, we decided that the shade had become too yellow to make it worth glueing all together again. Target is where a new one was found, along with some black phony Vans to replace the recently worn-out plastic sandals for cheap quick-on footgear to be used for morning newspaper-gathering. There's nothing new in the world of electric fans. I still love those miniature tents that show how the full-sized ones will look when set up. So we got away with minimal expenditure and we've made good use of today's free time, swinging by the long-unvisited Manchaca library branch (closing for renovations after next Saturday) and checking out Matt's, which we seem to think of for long months at a time only on Tuesdays, when of course it's closed. I always remember this day as being observed in this fashion: any laundry out on the lines was always hauled in and nobody was out playing between the hours of noon and four or so.