Our library has a donation room where old books (from the library and from patrons) wind up for consideration for our periodic book sales. Once in a while (who am I kidding--every day) I pop in the room to see if anything interesting has turned up. The other day, I saw a dusty old book, which is like catnip to me, and picked it up. It turned out to be a Romanian/English dictionary from the 1980's (not so old, really), but what was funny was the page to which I opened it. Of course, you have to know that my partner is a knitter extraordinaire to see that this seemed like a fated act:
Now if he ever goes to a sheep and wool festival in Romania, he can start a conversation off right.