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jesus christ was it windy today. i thought my car was going to get blown over on I-95. wind makes scary maryland driving even MORE scary. it was pretty quiet at the shop today, except for the loud family (a mom, dad, and loud daughter who had a voice like a man) who insisted on watching me use the knitting machine. for like 10 minutes. really? it's not that interesting. carole and i talked about setting up a yarn dyeing station in the back of the store. we have plenty of room, and a big tub sink. we could totally do it. though i'm sort of liking the idea more of doing it myself, because then i can do whatever i want (with colors and labels and names and all that), and we wouldn't have to figure out how we'd split the cost/profits. i think i'm too controlling about these things and i would want to do everything myself anyway.so i just broke down and bought a few colors of acid dyes, and a little bit of undyed yarn (mainly for playing with mixing colors and such) from knitpicks, just to start out. the only problem is when working with dyes you don't want to use anything that you cook/eat with, so i'll have to get a new stock pot (well, only if i do solid colors, which probably isn't likely), utensils, measuring cups/spoons, glass jars, blah blah blah.i also ordered yarn to make this sweater (merino style in black from knitpicks). i'm excited. i really want to make a sweater.yeah, i'm sure most of you don't care.andrea, do you knit or crochet? i can't remember.oh, i keep forgetting about this story. earlier in the week we were trying to fall asleep (it was warmer out so we had the windows open) and some indian guy (i'm assuming from the restaurant downstairs) started screaming "fuck you asshole! fuck you asshole motherfucker!" in a really thick accent, and mike and i couldn't stop laughing. and it went on for like 15 minutes. i have no idea who he was yelling at or why, but as it turned out closing the window didn't make it any less loud. it was extra funny because as soon as he started yelling the cat jumped up in the window (with her face pressed against the screen) to see what was going on. i think if we ever move somewhere more rural she's going to be really bored by the lack of yelling/fireworks/sirens.