Farmer's markets are sometimes an odd commodity.  Where else can you find ewe cheese, dog biscuits, and a wide assortment of random objects such as rubber chickens, all within the confines of the town car park?

Walking to town and back this morning, weighed down on the return journey with several pounds (monetary as well as physical load) worth of purchases, counted as my exercise.  I am now the proud owner of a second set of circular knitting needles.  I actually prefer them to the straight variety, because knitting with them doesn't cause my hand to ache quite so fast.  I hope that my crafty desires aren't inducing me into an early case of carpal tunnel syndrome, but I have my suspicions.

We ate like kings today.  Cucumber sandwiches on baguettes, plus fondue with rocket salad and pears for lunch.  Homemade pizza for dinner, a la Barbara Kingsolver, I thought.  But then, I'm in a Barbara Kingsolver kind of mood lately, reading one of her books with Mom and (when occasion permits) my youngest sister.

I've also been in a documentary mood lately, largely because of recommendations by people in Rolla.  Food, Inc. and Waiting For Superman were the top recommendations by people at church.  It's making me more critical about the things we usually take for granted: in this case, food and school systems.  Things we just assume are there aren't always in the best condition or shape to give ideal results, year after year.

Also, I got Mom to cut my hair.  She's saved us thousands of dollars over the years by learning to cut hair at home.  She's the only one in the family who goes to a salon, cause she hasn't figured out how to do her own.