The yarn store where I learned to knit is closing. Helen told me yesterday and so Alan drove me to San Francisco today to buy yarn. Which I did, balls and balls and balls of yarn. I bought a book too. And Helen got a doggy sweater book. Books we can’t read, they’re in Japanese we think. But they had such cute things that I want to make. I don’t know if I will be able to but maybe I can figure it out. That’s what the shop owner did. She just looked at the pictures.