It’s Friday the 13th, one of my favorite days and just another way to kick a superstition in the butt. The origin of which is as vague as the superstition itself. One includes the combination of the number of people that attended the last supper (13) plus the day Jesus was crucified (Friday–the next day after the last supper). Another is Friday, October 13th, 1307 when France’s King Philip IV ordered the abrupt arrest of all the
It doesn’t really matter these days what with the latest generation of adults showing an amazing ignorance of the past. Even in music. Kid sits on the curb avidly listening to Led Zepplin’s “Stairway to Heaven” and then asks me if they were a new band. Never mind knowing where an ancient superstition hails from. But I digress.
So what’s my plans for the day? I think I’ll kick 4 butts at once. I’m going to haul out our extension ladder, find a black cat and a mirror. The cat can walk across my path while I’m walking under the ladder smashing the mirror. All on Friday the 13th.
That ought to tempt fate a bit–or not.
Anyway, Happy Friday the 13th and may the farce be with you.