There's Always a Bargain

After a day of sorting through all my old speech pathology books and notes, and finally making some space on the bookshelves upstairs, I find my mom thoroughly engrossed in an old language text sitting next to a huge pile of dumpster items at the side of our garage.  She ended up "rescuing" a handful of tossed books for bedside reading.  I guess it beats a trip to the library.