I am not afraid of anything!
And rats. Let’s not forget rats.
Oh, and creepy crawlers, including spiders. I don’t care how cute Charlotte is. She has eight legs and she spins webs. She’ll have to stay in the barn, preferably very high up where nobody ever has to look into those eight beady eyes. Yes, I know that spiders are tiny. So are bacteria, and some of them can kill.
Today is Friday the Thirteenth of November, 2015. To me, it’s just another day. After all, it is a Friday, which classifies it as a Good Thing. Fridays do not bring bad luck. Fridays bring weekends. So what if I was late for an ophthalmologist appointment this morning because I thought the Uber driver was trying to let me off at the wrong place and I made him go all the way around the block for no reason. His name wasn’t Jason, and he wasn’t wearing a hockey mask. And I was not hit by a car as I jaywalked across Fort Washington Avenue with my eyes still dilated from the visit to the eye doctor. As I was walking across campus to the building where I work, one of my co-workers told me that my eyes had some kind of shiny, neon-colored stuff seeping out the corners. Again, so what! I was able to wipe away the last of those eye drops with a couple of tissues, before anybody else saw it and said, “Eeyew! What’s wrong with your eyes?”.
Bad luck? No way! I laugh at fate!
Now, I wonder what’s going to happen to me tonight.
On my Friday the 13th we got a text from our kid in college saying there was an active shooter situation near the school, but “we are fine and not on lockdown just fyi.” Followed up by “Yeah the caught the second guy so it’s fine now.”
Oh yeah, totally fine. Peachy in fact.
Anyone who names a spider Charlotte can spin a tale to me anytime.
E.B. White not only wrote “Charlotte’s Web,” he also wrote “Stuart Little.” I guess he thought it was a good thing to give mice and spiders some attention, too!
Well, let’s see, this Friday the 13th: My wife got sick, and while picking up medicine for her I got a call that my grandmother fell and broke her rib. Then I went into work, where I worked a four alarm fire and an accident so bad two people had to be airlifted.
So no, I’m not as afraid of Friday the 13th as I am of spiders … but now I have a *really* healthy respect for it.
Yikes! I hope everybody ended up okay.
Well … everybody’s alive, anyway.