Friday, May 13, 2011

It's Friday the 13th. Good Luck!

Friday the 13th is considered unlucky by many superstitious people, of which I'm one. And by that I mean I'm superstitious, but, weirdly, not about Friday the 13th. The day just doesn't bother me anymore. I think it's because I wrote a novel about witchcraft a few years back [Wish Club, Three Rivers Press, June 2007] and while doing research for it, learned many of the unlucky connotations for the number thirteen come from some pretty misogynistic sources. Sorry Ancient Religious Guys, but I just don't buy into the whole women are evil thing, this is in spite of the fact I did go to Junior High.

On the other hand, I do love a nice good luck charm. I have a collection of four-leaf clovers, a lucky bamboo plant and a money tree.
Dead Money Tree
Actually, I've had several money trees. Seems I have a hard time keeping money trees alive, the irony of which is not lost on my husband. He on the other hand, is the opposite of superstitious. He's an engineer, so you know when we have the following conversation,

Him: "What's this?"
Me:  "A dead money tree."
Him: "That's not a good sign." 

It is based on the scientific fact I like to go shopping.

A few months ago, I bought a Tree of Enchantment, probably because I'd seen The Avatar one too many times. The tree is actually a Weeping Pussy Willow and legend has it, it has the power to grant wishes. Being a sucker for wish granting (Hey, I did write an entire book about it.) I went to my neighborhood Trader Joes and bought one. I should have known my wish was in trouble the minute those beautiful soft tufts of willow started going to seed and leaving bright yellow pollen flakes all over everything within three square feet of it. Then, when the branch I had looped into a circle to get my wish mysteriously became un-looped, I knew I would never achieve my dream for Buns of Steel. The Tree of Enchantment wasn't a total loss, however, the cats really seemed to like it as evidenced by the beautiful soft tufts of willow that showed up in their hairballs.
Tree of Enchantment not so enchanting when it's dead

Therefore, it is without trepidation that acitymom heads forth into this Friday the 13th. I know the numerology for the number thirteen contains mysticism that has more to do with the power of women than with their evil, and that it's a number that celebrates both the end and the beginning. Besides, it's just a number. But if my black cat walks under a ladder after breaking a mirror, I'm going upstairs to water my lucky bamboo.

Four Leaf Clover

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