Friday the 13th Part 2

Thankfully, no Jason or whoever involved.

I don’t consider myself a superstitious person, yet apparently, I am. I don’t walk under ladders. I prefer black cats don’t cross my path. I always throw a pinch of salt over my shoulder when spilled. And though Friday the 13 really isn’t that big a deal to me, it’s still in the back of my mind. I know I’m not alone.

This year there are three Friday the 13ths. Yup, three. This is number two. I believe both so far have involved full(ish) moons. And that is enough for me. I am a big believer in the crazy lunar force. My belief stems from experience. Don’t tell me you haven’t also witnessed the odd and urgent behavior that seems to accompany a full moon…you know you have.

Our Friday the 13th started out something like this…

1) Carpet installers show up — woohoo! Although honestly, I wood prefer wood, ooh or bamboo, flooring, I am thankful to be getting new carpeting. It is desperately needed. And hey, they even brought the right carpeting. Unfortunately, after moving all our furniture and stuff out of 5 rooms and ripping out the old nasty carpeting to bare plywood, they find the carpeting is defective. Sigh. Two weeks we will live like this.

2) Eddie, the goat, fell and couldn’t get up. This was the 3rd time in the past week. He’s very old and decrepit, and has been spending much time alone — a sign we’ve learned to recognize as “I’m tired of dealing with all these young whippersnappers and ready to go!” Literally on his last legs. Although he had a bit of help from Sonic the donkey who either truly despises Eddie and wants to kill him or is an angel of mercy who wants to put Eddie out of his misery. I’d like to think it’s the former, but I believe it’s the latter. Twice I watched Sonic wrestle Eddie to the ground then lay on him to smother him. It almost worked. Fortunately, this last time Eddie was on the ground by his own mobility (or lack thereof) since Sonic was sent to timeout. So at least he died somewhat peacefully in a bed of hay. I stroked his head and whispered a prayer and he was gone a bit later. Although I hate to see animals die, I appreciate when it is at least calm, peaceful and not involving a third party accessory.

3) I have a fat lip. An old oak tree fell, smashing our fence. So the goats have had free rein to the woods and our neighbor’s property. And with no electric fence, Junior the dog has been digging his way under to chase the goats. What does this have to do with my fat lip? Well, Junior got in, chased the goats, John freaked out ‘cuz the horses were coming up to Junior, I went to help open the gate to get Junior out, John slammed the gate open at the same time and voila fat lip! See it all makes sense.

I know, it’s not that bad and could have happened any day. But it all happened to me, and I didn’t like any of it, and it happened this day. So I’m pretty much done with Friday the 13th. I’ve had more than my share for today. Hopefully, it is done with me too. I will click my heels three times, cross all my fingers and toes, carefully drink a beer (fat lip and all) and remember how un-superstitious I am. Until November, Friday the 13th Part 3. As long as it’s not a full moon…