So, having done all the grocery shopping yesterday, we were free to do something fun today—well, at least if going out in 90℉ is anyone's idea of fun. We were going to partake of the Tent Sale at Half Price Books up near Merchant's Walk in East Cobb, no book higher than $2. I have found some gems at library book sales and sales like these—the thrill of the hunt, so to speak.

Except when we got there and parked near the tent, we couldn't get in.

The fire marshall had shut down their tent sale. WTF? Apparently this is their third tent sale, no problems two previous  years, but this year "they didn't have the right permit" and also they said there was some sort of problem with the tent arrangement that "couldn't be fixed" in a short time. Huh? Aisles too narrow? Tables could be moved. I mean, the whole thing is mobile. Sounds to me as if the correct palm didn't get greased.

We did go into the store, and I found WHOology, a trivia volume, on clearance and also bought How Star Wars Conquered the Universe, which looked like an entertaining study on the creation of the films and the fandom that sustained them.

We also dropped in on Fresh Market, which I've been curious about since it opened. Hell, we couldn't have afforded to shop here when I was working. It's like Whole Foods: expensive.

So instead we stopped at Trader Joe's for a few things, including James' favorite fruit bars, and got lunch on the run, as they have these premade wraps that are pretty decent.

And then we stopped at Nam Dae Mun, mostly for Ritter peppermint bars and black soy sauce. James was also looking for TVP, which we found there last time, but seems to be gone this time. Bother. We'll have to see if they have it at the store on Spring Road.

Spent the rest of the afternoon on Amazon Prime watching Perry Mason alternating with A Taste of History. James made pork chops for supper with rice as a side.

Of course as soon as it was time for Tucker to go outside, someone started shooting off fireworks just outside our neighborhood. These weren't little firecrackers, but big Roman candles. It was so loud our neighbors came outside to see what was going on. The airshow was gorgeous, but poor Tucker was petrified. I had to pull him down the stairs calling him a good dog the entire time, and gently lead him around until he felt safe enough to pee. I thought they'd quit the barrage as I took him around the upper cul-de-sac and just as we reached the part that was closest to where the fireworks had been going off, they set off four more big ones. Tucker tried to make himself one with the sidewalk and the poor dog practically dragged me home.

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