I Brake For Squirrels

i love living in a region that has 4 distinct seasons. especially at this time of year when changes in the environment seem to occur overnight. in J's neck of the woods, deep suburbia, the lawns have gone from brown to green (and in J's case, dandelion strewn) in a matter of a week. it's kind of cool (as long as i don't have to mow the lawn that is).

one thing that i do like to do, especially on saturday mornings, is get into my car, my car that i love and take my time, cruising through neighborhoods that i'm not very familiar with just to see what i find. today, i found a little yarn shop in West Newton, a "shabby" neighborhood of Newton, with "shabby" being relative. i stopped to check it out. and yet again, i was disappointed. i have a question. why is it that everytime i go into a yarn shop around here, i walk out feeling like a knitting glamour "don't?" as if i'm not worthy of shopping there. is it me? or is it the fact that yarn shop owners in eastern mass are just not that friendly ... these people were nice enough i guess, but they couldn't understand why i would come into their shop just to browse, without a pattern in hand. how could i not know what i was looking for?! how i envy those of you with cherished local yarn shops. oh well.

tonight, i'm roasting a whole chicken for the first time in my life. yay me.