I have had a mysterious illness that no amount of blood-letting seems to help. Don't try to tell me doctors have stopped this archaic practice. My right arm will beg to differ. They just use syringes instead of leeches.
Then I get summoned for jury duty. AGAIN! I swore that it had been less than a year since my last summons and dug out the paper and.... it was a year ago in December. Not even close.
A measly 2 hours later my netbook died. The screen cracked right before my very eyes. No amount of explaining could convince Chris that I hadn't dropped, hit or stepped on the netbook. I am me. He knows me, he lives with me. And while electronics frequently self-destruct in my presence, somehow this was something I had done. He watches me walk into walls and furniture daily. I had obviously dropped it and didn't want to admit it. He ordered a replacement screen and when he went to install it, there was a bad wire that had shorted out and fried the screen. Redemption was bittersweet as we hunted for a new netbook.
I thought I had a perfect karma-cleanse all lined up. I dug out my Colts scarf and decided to restart it for the 6th time . This time I had a great pattern, but it was still a bust. The yarn I'm using sucks. I hate it. Instantly my hands dry out. My fingers actually split open and bled where the yarn was tensioned over my fingers. I think they spun fiberglass in with the wool. So even though it looks like this on one side:
and this on the other:
I just can't continue. Maybe I will tear it out (again) and wash the whole kit and caboodle and try again. Maybe I will just send it to my Mom and be done with it. Find a different yarn to knit this awesome pattern with. Suggestions?
