So, it's Friday the 13th. I don't like to think I'm a particularly superstitious person, but as of 9:09am, I already find myself treading cautiously. It's not entirely my fault. Zoe's summer program has been canceled for the day out of nowhere due to what has been called 'faulty water pressure' at her school. Water pressure? They could do better than that. So now I'm sitting in my kitchen, dressed completely and pointlessly in dry-fit and running sneakers. That's ok, my morning will be productive in a different way. I have a last-minute window to go choose from the surely picked-over lot of father's day cards. There may be one or two left that don't poke fun at dads who drink too much beer or need a flat-bed truck to get off the couch. I actually have a tradition of getting cards from the Peanuts character Lucy, because she always sounds like me. I hope there's one left. But this being the day when all is supposed to go wrong, I'm just going to have to cross my fingers (again, not superstitious). And of course it didn't help when, in an area where we usually get foxes, coyotes, deer and, no joke, bears, THIS walked across my yard just some hours ago:
Black cats are good luck. In Iceland.
Posted by: Ethan | June 14, 2008 at 04:24 PM