A New Beginning

Pic by C Coley

Pic by C Coley


Today Is September 13th, Friday 13th.  Even now there is still some dread, some superstition about this day.  I like Friday 13th.

This has been an interesting year for our family. I can’t think of a better day to start fresh, to start to move forward.  Why not start with the unusual?

Friday the 13th is just another day and as in the case of every other day we have the choice of how we perceive it, how we approach it, and how we spend the day.  So adjust your attitude and choose to celebrate being alive!  Make the most of your time while you can, nothing is promsed.  Life is too precious to waste worrying about superstitions.

Cherry Coley (c)



It’s Friday the 13th

Well, I was wondering what to write about – so I decided to write the obvious, or the most available topic, or the most convenient, whatever, I just chose this one, so there!

Did you know that there was no real superstition about Friday 13th before the 19th century?  There is one theory that suggests the superstition is actually a combination of two older superstitions.  Friday was always considered an unlucky day and since 12 was considered the number of completion, 13 was also considered unlucky. 

I have actually witnessed a few unlucky Friday the 13th events myself.  When I was working downtown in Lincoln Tower, in 1994, we were prevented from going in the glass skyscraper because the 13th floor was “weeping.”  The sprinkler system had burst overnight and there was so much water on the floor that it was running down the outside of the building and raining on those walking below.  When the first pane of glass fell we were told to go home.  There went the underwriting department and all those computers and files were a disaster.  It was a messy and lengthy cleanup.

For the most part though, I have never thought of Friday as an unlucky day.  Why would it be unlucky?  I can remember my grandmother telling me that it was a bad day for travel and beginnings, but realistically, I look forward to Friday’s and especially Friday afternoon and night.  Friday is the end of the work week if you work in an office.  It’s the beginning of the weekend and most people look forward to Friday night because they don’t have to get up early on Saturday.  I usually plan weekend trips and short vacations starting on Friday’s whether it’s the 13th or not. 

The funniest thing is hearing my kids say, “Mom, there’s a “new” Friday the 13th movie out!”

SERIOUSLY?  I think I was the same or about the same age when the first one came out!  How many of those movies are there?  Shouldn’t Jason be dead of old age, or at least bored with the whole thing by now?  Oh, wait, he’s out hanging around with Freddy Kruger who was also making nightmares real somewhere around the same time.

The weather has been a bit hazy today , but okay, nothing disastrous happened at work other than people calling in because this website didn’t work, or this check didn’t come in, or something else wasn’t done the way they wanted.   

As for me, I still like Friday and I’m glad it’s today!  I’m going to go home,  love on my black cat, walk around and under the ladder in the garage, pop some popcorn, move some more boxes in the living room for easy unpacking, and watch a movie, but not Friday 13th.

Cherry Coley ©  

What Luck! A Black Cat!

Photo by Cherry Coley
About two years ago we had a new addition to our family.   It wasn’t really a well thought out thing, it just happened.  You see, I have an enormous weakness for black cats.  I just love them.  I have had many of them through out my life and they are different than most cats.  Black cats have a very different attitude, a very different look and well, they are good luck if you own one.  Oh, I know all about the superstitions associated with them, perhaps that’s why I have such a heart for them. 
This is Batman.  At the last apartment complex we lived at a group of kids had found him and were carrying him around and basically were loving him to death.  The kids had good intentions, but they were little kids and Batman was just a little bitty, scrawny kitten, and they were handling him way too much.  My daughter, Lindsey had broken her leg while climbing in a tree.  She had rescued the kitten from the other kids and was holding him in her lap, looking up at me with those big grey eyes. 
“NO!!  Absolutely not!” I said firmly.  “I’m NOT getting another cat!”
“Mom, Please!”  Lindsey repeated over and over.  I wasn’t going to budge, I was determined not to add another pet to our house.  I handed the kitten back to the kids who ran off to see if they could have him, then helped Lindsey get back into the apartment and settled on the couch.  I then left the apartment, walked over to where the kids were gathered still petting and passing the poor little thing back and forth.  I reached in the middle of them and took him, held him to my chest and turned to walk away.
“HEY!” they yelled, “what are you going to do?”
“I’m taking my black cat home,” I replied, and left them standing with their mouths hanging open.

Batman and Lindsey

The little black ball of fur curled up against me began to purr weakly.  I took him in the house, fixed him some warm milk and gave him a box with a warm towel.  I told Lindsey and Casey they were not to pick him up or touch him much for the next few days because he’d been handled way too much.  Lindsey wanted the box next to her so she could watch over him.  By the next night the kitten was sitting up and looking at her curiously.  Pretty soon they were sleeping together and this tiny kitten, first curled up on her pillow, then worked his way over to nuzzle in her hair and find her ear.  The strangest thing ever was when he started sucking her earlobe.  It was too funny to dismiss.  The kitten was named Batman because when we found him he was so scrawny and had such big ears he looked like a black bat. 
He is a part of our family this black cat, what a stroke of good luck for all of us.
Cherry Coley (c)