Remember yesterday? When we had lunch in New York when my friend Susan and I wackily decided to come up for a day trip to see Driving Miss Daisy with Vanessa Redgrave and James Earl Jones?
A day trip with a classics professor is probably the most delightful way to travel, and I have to say, Susan was amazing company. It is possible, I found, to talk for twelve hours straight. Not every classics professor raises cattle, cranks Klimt needlepoint, and quotes Rilke to ya.
It was great to see you. As ever. I know how you like to collect photos of you and me in the same place, seeing as how it happens so rarely. So here’s a little flip book for you. Remember that taxicabs in New York have a 100% ability to make me queasy. Two trips involving La Guardia was my own personal version of 127 Hours, though I did manage to avoid sawing off my own arm. Five minutes more on the Grand Central Parkway would have tipped it, however.
Feeling pretty great. Look at that fabulous shawl! I liked that you compared yourself to a Navajo princess displaying her latest blanket.
Uhhh, I need to stop thinking about that dangling car air freshener shaped like a pine tree.
Too much pear tatin. Why’d they have to put all that extra tatin on that thing?
I may need to spend the night, Kay. I don’t know that I can make it back to the airport.
BUCK UP, ANN. The mighty restorative power of my humongous luxury fiber shawl will see you through.
PS As is my duty with a knitblog, here’s what I knitted on the plane.
I grabbed this half-finished scarf from 1975 or something and cranked garter stitch and yarnovers in transit. Not, of course, in transit involving a taxicab.