So, it’s Friday the 13th, supposedly a day of bad luck, yet nothing awful has happened to me thus far. Well, traffic was pretty hairy on my morning commute, but it was raining, so that was to be expected. Two black cats crossed my path at home this morning, one of whom bit me on the ankle while I was doing ab exercises – again, perfectly routine. I do intend to steer clear of ladders today and to keep Jim as far away from them as possible; please refer to this post for more on that: http://www.wbjc.com/2013/host-blogs/humpty-dumpty-is-an-ultra-runner/
Where exactly did the superstitions regarding Friday the 13th originate? Excellent question, and Wikipedia has a fascinating article on the subject that even includes a reference to classical music! According to biographer Henry Sutherland Edwards, Rossini passed on such a date: He [Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that one Friday 13th of November he died.
Given Rossini’s sense of humor, I bet he’d actually think it was a grand joke to have left this world on a Friday the 13th!
Fear of Friday the 13th is sometimes referred to as friggatriskaidekaphobia. Long enough word for you? The Norse goddess for whom Friday is named is Frigga; fear of the number 13 is triskaidekaphobia. It seems this fear is a Western, Anglo-Saxon one; other cultures consider different numbers and days ill-starred. For the full Wikipedia post, click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th
With that, I leave you with some furry Friday the 13th cuteness and wish you the best of luck!Anglo-Saxon, black cats, Friday the 13th, ladder, rossini, superstition