Friday, May 13, 2005
Wrapping Up Friday The Thirteenth
Are you a superstitious person? I suppose we all are in some manner shape or form. I can't imagine what the world might be like if we didn't have axioms. Having been out in the world on two wheels for 45 years now I have a healthy respect for this particular day on our calendar. I don't think it's because of the date, though, I believe it is the result of what the implanted message that accompanies the date does to people's minds. If one wanders around fearing that something bad is going to happen, it probably will! My paternal grandmother used to say, "Don't go buying trouble, there's plenty of it around that's free." Nope, I don't know what that means for sure, either, but when she spoke the words they always seemed to apply to the situation. So there you have my opinion of Friday the 13th as a bugaboo. Personally I stay out of traffic and don't venture too far from the house. This has been a good thing today! I am now within 6,000 words of the completion of the new book. Last two chapters(actually a chapter and an epilogue) are all that remain to write. Tonight my mind is literally fried. My wife interrupted me a little while ago to have me assist in bringing the plants in from the patio to protect them from the cold. I was not happy about leaving my work. I asked her as I grabbed a cup of coffee on the way past the station in the kitchen, "Did I look like I wasn't working there? You can't just interrupt me because you feel the need to move the plants at 11:00 at night. I was writing. Do you think I just sit down and make up these stories? She answered, "Yes, that is exactly what I think you're doing." We both laughed long and hard. She thought I was laughing too much, maybe it was the degree of red in my eyes from sitting in this same spot the last 12 hours, or the mindless laughter I lapsed into following her comment. Something put it in her head that I'm not quite right tonight. And that is exactly correct. I thank God I don't have to preach a service this Sunday, there's not enough time to get ready, unless I don't sleep until Monday. But about these superstitions, I really wonder where some of them originated. Maybe they're a part of the collective human consciousness and we just don't know it. I am glad we have them, though. How else would we have ever learned not to walk under a ladder? And what about the breaking mirrors thing? How many people had to suffer needlessly before it was discovered that breaking a mirror brought on seven years of bad luck? It simply boggles the mind enough for one day, anyway. In Christ's Love, Preacher.