Friday the 13th
Happy Friday the 13th, dear reader. This Friday, the 13th, I am sitting in an air-conditioned home, with my dryer running, my car is repaired and sitting in the driveway, my husband and daughter are safe and sound, and I am planning my Christmas line of products. Life is good. I don’t believe any lousy luck can touch me because bad luck has been the theme for this summer of disrepair. Bad luck has run its course, and we are about to take a turn for the better. Our luck is changing; I can feel it.
Of course, this is said with crossed fingers, the sign of the cross, and some salt threw over my shoulder for good measure. Am I a superstitious person? Yes, yes, I am. I know it is archaic, ignorant, and fodder for the uninformed, but who am I to challenge the powers that be? If luck is a real thing, I will err on the side of caution and cross my fingers, throw some salt, and add a prayer for good measure. What’s a little salt on the floor hurt? It does my arthritic fingers good to move and stretch. As for prayer, I don’t believe there are enough prayers out there, so I do my part.
Things I won’t be doing today, walking under ladders, breaking mirrors, or chasing down any black cats. Will I avoid these things because I am superstitious? No, I will avoid them because I can’t fit under a ladder to walk under it. I have no plans to clean anything today. Cleaning is when I usually break something. That is one more reason to keep the cleaning to a minimum. If I break something, I have to clean up that mess. It’s a vicious cycle. As for black cats, if a black cat crosses my path, I would more than likely end up bringing it home. If I bring home another cat to take to the veterinarian and have fixed, I’m pretty sure The Bibbed Wonder will divorce me. He doesn’t have a good sense of humor when it comes to such matters.
Today, Friday the 13th, I will appreciate all the good things that have happened and add a little twist of superstitious protection for good measure. I hope no bad luck befalls you today or any day, dear reader. As always, stay safe, be smart, cross your fingers, throw some salt and say a prayer. Prayers never hurt anyone. Oh, and of course, wash your hands with warm water and good goat’s milk soap for at least 20 seconds. It’s just the hygienic thing to do. No luck is needed for good hygiene (insert wink).