I can't knit. Well, I can make a piece of a trapezoid/trapezium, because my tension gets tighter as I go along. And I never thought I'd have to learn because I never, ever, imagined my mother not knitting, nor my sister giving it up because her boy is asthmatic.
Knitting never went out in Japan; there were always women who knitted like there was no tomorrow, but with knitting coming back in the West, there have been books on knitting for total novices (and the very young) with more illustrations and photos than before. Which could help me.
I've no big ambitions, like sweaters or mittens or socks. Maybe a wrist warmer - that's a tube, yes? But I've always had a secret ambition of filling my living room with cable-knit cushions; they're square, or rectangles, and even if they're trapezoidal, I don't think it'll matter too much after you stuff the cushions in the covers. If I keep reminding myself to relax while I knit, and not watch high school baseball tournament, of which there is none in New Zealand, nor in Japan in the winter.
I might get Mom to teach me a few stitches and get myself a book while I'm there. Goodness knows I grew up watching; that has got to help.