Friday the 13th

I don't believe that Friday 13th is unlucky. However, against all odds today I was twenty minutes late for my friend's birthday lunch. I had my shower but was clearly unable to dress myself because when I looked most of my clothes were inside out. I rushed out without feeding the dog.  I forgot Lorraine's birthday present.  Her present was hidden in such a place that it was practically impossible to find.  It was right next to my handbag.

After lunch I went to Coles and was so flustered by trying to bag up my groceries that I left my credit card in the machine.  I wondered what the beeping was.  I picked up a prescription from the Chemist and couldn't find my purse.  The purse was in its own little part of my handbag, the same place it always is.

I wondered why I was so disorganized and then it hit me.  Friday the 13th.  Now I had something to pin the blame on.  My sleeping in was not because I had stayed up until midnight watching tv.  It was not because I don't yet know how to dress myself.  I didn't forget the present because I was in a rush.  I was not flustered at Coles because of having to bag my groceries.  My purse was not lost or hidden or in a place it did not belong.    It was all the fault of the day.  Friday the 13th.

From now on I will treasure Friday the 13th.  This will be the day when it matters not what happens.  I can blame it all on the date not on the pre-senile state of my brain.  I really wish we had Friday the 13th more often then I could explain away much more of my dotty old lady behaviour on the day.  Roll on the next one.