re-knitting while flying

…kept me busy for most of the night and morning making my way from Mildred’s Lane in rural Pennsylvania to Vienna, via a ride from friends to Penn Station, a LIRR train to Jamaica, an Airtrain to Terminal 2, a plane to CDG, a 35 minute walk to the connecting gate, to Vienna on another flight, and a short ride to the MAK (where I’ll be talking on Tuesday) – during most of which I was able to continually practice my newly acquired and still in formation knitting skills from a workshop in London at the Sundown Schoolhouse of Queer Home Economics last week, and later with the help of an older Norwegian lady who saw me struggling with the needles in the museum lobby and offered to show me how they knit in Norway – where she learned at age 5 to do the fast snazzy knitting and pearling stitches she shared with me – and since my first attempts involved lots of dropped stitches and general chaos, I’m just knitting from that thing to another..making me think I could keep using these same lineal feet of variously colored and fibered yarns forever and never arriving at any permanent form…can’t, put, those, needles, down, just one more row…