Hand Over the Voodoo Doll and No One Will Get Hurt

Someone has a voodoo doll with my name on it and they have been doing some nasty things to it.

I returned to work last Wednesday. Within 10 minutes of arriving at the office, I was greeted by one of the managers who said that they needed me to go to the jail to interpret for one of the nurses. I was told there were two Hispanic patients who needed an interpreter to speak with the nurse. OK. We got to the jail and I determined that only one of the people spoke Spanish and the other spoke Russian. I rushed from the jail to my home visits. I thanked the powers that be that I only scheduled three for Wednesday instead of a full day of four. When I returned to the clinic, I was summoned within 10 minutes of my return. It is so great to be needed, but not on the first day back after penance trips.

A couple of weeks before the reunion trip, I had started working on this scarf to donate as a prize for the variety show our church sponsors. I had worked on it to the exclusion of all else prior to the trip. I had not knit on the Pleiades series; I had not worked on Christmas socks; I had not worked on the Christmas shrug; nothing – nada- zippo-zilch. Since getting back from the trip, it has been the same. I am knitting the project from a simple lace pattern in JoJoland Melody. I bought the yarn and realized that I really do not like the colorway all that much. I have three skeins of it and thought it would work for this scarf.

Well, that is what I thought. I thought that I bought three skeins of the same color and dye lot. At least that was the lie the ball band told me. I pulled out skein two and started knitting with it. There was a giant stripe of blue that didn’t match anything else in the previous skein. Yeah! I got out skein three and rewound it, only to be unable to decide if it was a third color option or if it matched one of the other two skeins. Someone is seriously screwing with my knitting Mojo. If I find out who they are, let’s just say it won’t be at all pretty. I have 800 yards of yarn to restrain them with and some serious knitting hardware.

This is the thing that makes knitting less than the Zen – Yogic experience some people keep touting it to be. This is the type of situation that does not make a knitter’s blood pressure decrease. This is the kind of knitting that makes me want to set the whole thing on fire in the parking lot and laugh maniacally as it burns.

As if this were not insane enough, I can’t stop working on this scarf. I have become obsessed with figuring this out. I have a plan. I am working another end with skein three in the hopes that I can just graft the whole mess together when I finish because some string is not going to get the better of me.

I am going to take the latest of the Pleiades series with me to work tomorrow, just in case I need a little get Zen time. Having the socks with me also means that I will have 5 needles with me should I discover who stole my Mojo.