Ch. 2 Space and Time

We do not know what is happening at the moment farther away in the universe
Stephan Hawking, 1988

I'’m glad there lots going on here to keep my mind occupied! Anyhow, I don'’t remember exact time I learnt to knit. Maybe when I was about 8. But the place...

I was swallowed up by a big orange velour couch. This thing was giant and soft and really orange. Anyways my nana and papa, who were both avid knitters, got me started. I am pretty sure that the first task was a scarf. Isn'’t everyones? Probably out of some crazy 1980s verigated arcrylic. It had dropped stitches, some odd knots made by hands and fingers held in a foreign and not quite natural position. It was a piece to never be worn; maybe it never even got finished.

I knit on and off for the years following. Often had to go back to that big, orange couch for help. How do you cast off again? What is this big hole here? Things like that. What a great place to be.