Friday the 13th

For those of us who are superstitious…this is as good as it gets. Holy cow, Friday the 13th is upon us. Looking out my window it seems like a perfectly good day; clear sky, moderate temperature, things are alright…be careful. I am going to steer away from politics and current affairs today. I need to be cheered up after the past few days. Besides, I need to put the “that” back into the “mark”. Still, I can’t pretend that this week hasn’t been hard on my nerves…it has. And the sinus thing that I can’t shake has been slowly driving me around the bend.

Yesterday I went to see Dr. Barrie, my family doctor, for a wee prescription; some antibiotics to dislodge whatever it is that has taken hold of my head and face. I hope it works. I am getting desperate now for a cure. Speaking of cures…Beate, my second cousin who lives in Germany, is having a hell of a time: Appendicitis, among other complications. You are in my thoughts; I wish you a speedy recovery Beate!

There are raccoons running across my roof. They make quite a noise on their merry way. It seems that I hear them daily. They better be only on the roof and not living in it.

In the middle of the night, a few days ago, they woke me up from a sound sleep with their joyous rumpus. I decided to investigate, to see with my own eyes what mayhem they were up to. Sure enough, as I went out the back sliding door and looked up on the roof, there were four, dark, shiny eyes staring back at me with complete stillness. They didn’t move or breathe but stared right into my eyes from the edge of the roof. Those little buggers!

Soon Willi had picked up their scent and was going ballistic all over the backyard to find them. His vision is not nearly as good as his sense of smell, so I picked him up and point him in their direction so he can have a better view, but he could not see them; firstly because it was so dark, and secondly because they were so darn still. But he could smell them and it was beginning to drive him nuts. He dashed around the backyard frantically, barking and sniffing as he went. He could be so earnest in his pursuits that it amused me somewhat: Such single-mindedness…I wish I could possess such a sense of purpose.

After all this fuss and commotion, I decided that we should call it a night…again. “Willi, come in the house! It’s over.” Back to bed we went.

I just had four good sneezes. It’s over. Is it?

Well, I’ve gotten through this without making it heavy. It has been heavy for several days now and I am just about done with heavy. Still, be careful out there today…it is Friday the 13th, so be on the lookout for all kinds of mayhem and madness. Does anyone know if there is a fulll moon? Please almighty…no full moon.

So, the day beings with a ray of hope mixed with caution.