Where's the Comfort Food?

I have once again commenced knitting the hurricane socks. I decided to have a little fun by attempting the Magic Cast-on another time. Having stopped knitting for a while, it felt good to knit, even if the item wasn't turning out properly. As you can see from the photos, holes abound!





I haven't decided yet if once I rip if I will attempt the Magic Cast-on or if I will try the Figure-Eight. Chances are, I'll try the Magic Cast-on again, three or more ADDITIONAL times if that's what it takes. After that, if it doesn't work out, I'll try the Figure-Eight.

I'm incredibly indecisive. Because of this, I have not cast-on a project yet to try my Denise Needles. I'm debating about starting the shawl that I speak of incessantly, another tank, or Cheesylove. A decision will be made very soon.

Speaking of tanks, I do need to post a photo of the finished Cascade Tank, except I haven't finished it. I still haven't done anything to the bind-off stitches because I change my mind over and over about keeping them or reknitting them. Give me a few days to clear my thoughts and I should have the stitches from the bind-off completely bound and woven.

Since making a concentrated effort to be positive, so much crap has been thrown my way. Why does this happen? So far, I'm maintaining a pretty positive outlook but I kind of lost it a few days ago when this happened:



Suffice it to say, someone backed into me, in a parking lot, on a rainy evening, while I was waiting to get into another space.

I can't say much more about it than that without getting upset but I've just got to tell you.

I was sitting in the car waiting for another car to back out of a space, with other cars behind me, when this car started backing towards me, on the driver's side. Because of other cars, I couldn't go backward or forward. I had nowhere to go. I blew the horn several times but the car kept backing up. I was yelling "NO!" and blowing the horn as the other car smashed into me. I thought it was going to come through the door. I was fastened into my seat belt so I couldn't move even to another seat if I wanted to do that. I had nowhere to go.

Still, the accident didn't kill me. I'll go on.

I just need someone to pass the chocolate pie.