Superstitious. Am I? In a wierd way. I do some things in repitition because it worked once. I will avoid other things because it worked once before. Does the #13 scare me? Nope. And dang sure not on a Friday. I’ve got some really good memories from happenings on Friday the 13th. I actually like the #. I may be jinxed in some regards, but it isn’t because of some wierd crap or a number.
I’ve been looking for this Friday for awhile. And the 13th has nothing to do with it. I just needed some time without email, texts, mutliple phone lines, etc. A smooth glass of reserve. A HOT bath that burned when I got in and left me numb. It helps the joints feel better. How wore out am I? There is literally a White Trash Pasture Party taking place 2 1/2 miles from my piece of paradise. Beer, music, mud runs, races and numerous other highly intellectual happenings are happening within walking distance. Sounds like a Kelln kind of deal. But I’m NOT there. Why? I need some space. This event will take place until Sunday. Which means that I will probably try to hide the does in case some screwed-up individual comes looking for a companion.
The only thing better than Friday the 13th is Saturday the 14th. I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and then look at goats on Sunday.