If I shop when sick...I always buy pillows.
Found the other day:
A couple vacuums, a huge aluminum racing rim (scrap), a huge wind spinner top piece
The wind spinner made me happy, there's been an empty pole on the hill for 20+ years. It used to hold up a 3 level wren house my dad put up until the house toppled over in the wind and self destructed. I have tried on an off for the past 3 years to dig the pole out, but my dad cemented it in and must have buried it 4 ft and any attempt has been unsuccessful.
I spied the spinner top at the curb and thought just maybe it would fit...and it slid down in the pole like it had always been there. So I painted the pole.
The pole from a past picture.
The pole from a shitty cell phone picture now.