Scarf wealth Well, it had better get chilly sometime soon, as I am now wealthy with scarves.

I went to Boston Saturday morning with a lovely soft hand-knitted eggplant-colored scarf made by a good friend (are there other kinds of friends? 'bad friends'? 'mediocre friends'?). And, naturally, it was blazing warm in Boston - the paper's headline was a simple 63 in red, and the locals looked somewhat stunned by the heat. While there (after the excellent and bizarre play The Onion Cellar) Bill and I walked around the university area and of course I got sucked into a shop where I couldn't resist two scarves (one alpaca, the other some silky-like thing with sparklies on it) and a hat - and Bill actually tolerated that much shopping, and even heartily approved of the hat! Then we met my best friend - who I hadn't seen in about six years. She showed me a scarf she was knitting for someone else and said I was 'next on the list' - and the scarf had a DNA double-helix knitted into the design. How cool is that? Then, when we got home Sunday, the friend I had asked to dogsit had left me a gift of ... what else but a lovely orange scarf! Isn't it supposed to be the other way around - you bring a gift FOR the dogsitter, not get a gift FROM her? But don't tell Joy!

Considering the above, I believe that I am wealthy in way more than scarves. Too bad friends aren't a tradeable commodity!! ;-)  ¶ 12:05 PM