Lost Hook

My plan was to spend a nice evening working on my squares for this afghan and I finished one up and started to work on the next and then, for some reason I don’t remember, I had to get up from the couch. So, I set the square on the arm of the couch and the hook slid out and down and…

I swear, I thought I heard it hit the floor. But I pulled the couch halfway across the living room and I moved the side table and it was not there. I went through the cushions of the couch on the off chance… I don’t know… that it had slid the other way and somehow made that noise?

But it’s just utterly vanished. I even went through the garbage can.

I then left out a small glass of triple sec in case the hook went missing due to shenanigans, but it wasn’t returned, so I guess it wasn’t anything cool and supernatural that caused it to disappear. I’m super bummed. I’m only five squares away from being done with this afghan and I can’t move forward until I get a new hook.

But I did go to the doctor yesterday and everything is fine. She tried to lay the groundwork for me accepting that I may need to be on the sertraline from here on out, but I’m not worried about it. I mean, it’s helped. A lot. If my brain just needs it, fine. Need away, brain. I don’t feel like there’s something wrong with helping what can be helped.

And I have weird thoughts, you know? Like part of me is convinced that I lost my hook–and thus couldn’t do the relaxing thing I like to do in the evenings–because I told my parents I’m not coming up there for Thanksgiving. Like I’m being punished for disappointing them. That’s not a sane thought.

Anyway, I’m going to check and see if I have another hook that size in my secret stash of crochet stuff.

5 thoughts on “Lost Hook

  1. Maybe the ghosts of the Civil War just don’t like Triple Sec? Or maybe they need a can opener and a crochet hook? They could be crafty dudes in both senses of the word.

  2. You could come here for Thanksgiving … ;) But seriously I love reading that you are making decisions that are good for you even if communicating them isn’t the most pleasant part.

  3. I hate it when that happens! I have a trazillion hooks. If you need one, tell me which one you need, and I will mail one to you. (You should see my circular needle holder. It’s scary.) smith dot kate at gmail. (Also, sertraline is making my life bearable, and I will never give it up.)

  4. Kate, that’s super kind of you, but I just got home from buying a new one, so we can now all take bets on how long it will take for the other one to show up.

    If it was the Ghosts of the Civil War–who took the best can opener in the history of can openers–I hope they’re also crocheting something cool.

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