Injustice and Horror

Wednesday, I was looking forward to an important and controversial hearing. It was in Indianapolis, and the other attorney had volunteered to drive, so I was looking forward to a couple hours of passenger knitting, and the triumphant victory of this case.

Four hours later, the trial turned out be to the strangest I have ever experienced.  Unfortunately, the judge ended with a decision that still boggles my mind. In my twenty years as a lawyer, this week counted the third miscarriage of justice I have seen.

It was a very quiet ride home. I don't know if the other attorney was pissed, preoccupied or plotting the next step, but the mood was very subdued.

Then the knitting starting going downhill too. I was an inch along, but things just weren't looking right. This shouldn't have been hard, but somehow it was. The yarn was fingering, thin but not too thin. The pattern was lacey, but deceptively simple. Only a four row repeat, and two of them were purls. And, I HAD DONE THE PATTERN BEFORE. should have been a piece of cake. Instead, it has been plagued with problems. Casting on took four attempts, and now the whole thing looked like crap.

Then, I realized. I had written down the pattern incorrectly. Every fourth row was wrong right from the start!  Augh!  I had to rip the whole thing out and start over. For a fifth cast on attempt.

Today, it is all about double horror.