Wednesday morning, I spent an hour in a very full airplane, going nowhere. We were waiting on a runway at the Philadelphia airport, and since we weren’t going to be leaving the ground for a while, the crew gave the passengers permission to turn back on all the electronic gadgets they had told us to turn off earlier. I made a quick phone call, and then (briefly imagining what a lovely world it would be if everyone had picked up his or her knitting, and the clicking sounds were needles rather pecked-at keys on blackberries, laptops and PDAs) went back to what I’d been up to all along, through two airports and a much smaller and emptier plane (to be expected, really, for a 5:30 am departure): cranking away on the Cedric Diggory Memorial Scarf.
Thanks to which, the delay didn’t bother me a bit (of course it helped that my schedule at my destination had a bit of wiggle room). It felt like a free pass: One Bonus Knitting Hour, extra time pure and simple, like that lovely hour in that fall when daylight savings time ends.
The scarf proved to be a good traveler, but camera shy. Or rather: I personally do not as yet have the knitting gumption to photograph a work in progress in front of recognizeable landmarks. But the trip enabled a noticeable growth spurt in the CDMS. Our cooler’s lid lacks the embossed fish measuring ruler that fancier ones have, but you get the picture.
The photo I really would have like to have taken: the final leg of my return flight Thursday night was on a Dehaviland Dash 8, on which every single seat was occupied, including all five places on the Buick Roadmaster-worthy bench seat that makes up the last row. Every seat, that is, except for the one beside me – where the Ziplocs holding the scarf yarn got to sit for the entire ride home.