Friday the 13th
I don’t know from what dim mists of the past the superstition of Friday the 13th sprang-forth, but I’ve never had a problem with the day; which is, just like any other day. I am, however, reagularly treated to the spectacle of watching the more superstitious among the human animal population go through some of the most ridiculous gyrations, in an attempt to avoid the wrath of the gods, amusement of the demons, or their own enthusiastic ignorance.
When calamity befalls these creatures, I can assure you that, statistically speaking, it’s almost always attributable to the latter cause; or, in cases where a person’s own stupidity has not been the root of their mini-undoing, it’s a case of their friends and/or aquaintances having a bit of fun at the poor slob’s expense.
As for us:Phillip’s luck certainly seems to be making a turn for the better–although one could hardly attribute the outcome to anything other than a welcome, concerted effort at his studies.
Anya and Lia are on-track to being at 50% on all subject strands before the end of semester.
Katie professes to have turned-over a new leaf, as a result of a very well-intentioned New Year’s resolution.
Janette is strangely silent. Not all that unusual for a child in their Senior year of high school. It’s a nerve wracking time for somebody at that tender age when it has suddenly dawned on them that, they may not necessarily know as much as they thought they knew about life as they did at age 14.
Life is still an adventure, to be sure, but it is one wherein–at that age–the stakes are higher for the occasional, unintentional misstep. This is the age at which teen angst reaches a crescendo…for those who choose to wallow in that muck.
Youth is, indeed, wasted on the young. “If I knew then what I know now…” I wouldn’t change a thing.
Here’s to your future, and a Happy Friday the 13th.
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