Or, rather, oh the places that my knitting will go.
I started another pair of CharlieCard Mittens this weekend. I'm still tweaking the pattern a bit, working out a kink here and there. I think that this time I have it.
Those of you who are long-time blog readers know that recent New York excursions have been sponsored by Greyhound. Greyhound's fares are so cheap that I can't imagine they're making any money from my custom. We're even, because I can't imagine paying any more for these bus rides than I do.
This time, however, I took advantage of a JetBlue sale and picked myself up a couple of fares to JFK. If this were a travel blog, and I had a leisurely morning before me I would write a long snark-ridden post about JetBlue, JFK Airport, and the idea that you're actually in New York once you land there. One is, and I know this. One is not, however, near anywhere that's useful for another 30 to 60 minutes--depending on the mode of transportation away from the airport. And here's where I begin to question whether or not flying to New York from Boston via JFK saves much time or money. Especially when one hangs around on the tarmac for 25 minutes because JetBlue issued two boarding passes for the same seat, and the bewildered flight attendants need to sort this out before we can leave Boston. Luckily I flew out the night before JetBlue voluntarily shut itself down to avoid another repeat of its Valentine's Day debacle, or I would have been on a Greyhound bus after all.
Did I just write that? That was a wee snarky. Glad to see that I haven't lost my touch.
What about the mittens? Oh yes, the mittens! I'm a total dork when it comes to a window seat. If I have one, I just about press my nose to the glass for the flight's duration, unless that is, I'm knitting something. Knitting helps me maintain a semblance of of non-dorkiness--half-dorkiness, if you will--although I am sure that my ultra-cool, ultra-tanned seatmates, who obviously just arrived from somewhere warm and sunny might have disagreed on that point. They ignored me by snuggling up to share both a blanket and an iPod headset (oh puke!) and I ignored them by focusing on my DPNs.
The mitten was excited about its window seat, too.