Friday the 13th – Giving Way to Saturday the 14th
Just a few more hours and this 13th day of the month will yield to tomorrow. And as the phenomenal strains of Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition” (click here to refresh your memory) wash through my mind I pause to reflect on things of a superstitious nature.
Friday the 13th. From whence derives the tumult that makes this day viewed with such a jaundiced eye? Checking out wikipedia it appears that Friday the 13th is a marriage of “bads” as the superstitious cast a wary eye at both the number 13 and the day Friday.
With respect to 13:
Meanwhile Friday is no regular Joe:
And so as I skip around cracked sidewalks to preserve my aged mother’s backbone and studiously avoid allowing shadow-colored felines from crossing my path I commence a journey of OCD proportions wondering just what I might start to fear and just how this might obstruct me from doing whatever it is that I want to do (other than being rooted in fear).
So agitated did I become as I puzzled over the weight of this mighty subject that I nearly dropped a mirror. Good thing I didn’t as doing so would lead to seven years of bad luck. A briefer period of bad luck is reserved for those who open an umbrella inside the house. The sentence for this is 21 days of the gods frowning on you. Whether it’s all 12 gathered at Olympus or just one or a combination – I don’t know.
But what I do know is while variety is the spice of life, another variety of superstition is a spice. Salt actually. Spill it and you face the prospect of conflict that day. The only way to avoid the fight or argument is to take a pinch and toss it over your right shoulder. This works just fine so long as the shoulder toss doesn’t fly in the face of the wrong guy at the wrong time.
For my part, though, my view of 13 is quite contrary to my superstition-laden counterparts. Having been born on October 3, I don’t buy into the fear angle. Instead I have often added my birth month to my birth date to come up with 13 and have regarded it as an omen of good luck. And when my son Lucas was born on March 10, it just tipped the scales even further to the good luck side.
As a matter of fact, my wife and I once closed on a piece of Chicago real estate on Friday the 13th.
Which brings me to my point.
Just kidding! Not so much of a point as musings steeped in superstitions, fears, and rejecting the same.
Speaking of rejecting the same – there’s a bit of warmth here in the Chicago real estate market. A negotiated condo purchase in Chicago’s Lincoln Park neighborhood on one of my favorite streets – Wells Street. And tomorrow a lovely out-of-town couple (who met me through this robust monologue) is taking a look around a few areas to finalize their Chicago real estate purchase decision.
In the meantime as you chart your out-and-about viewings of Chicago properties, bear in mind this weekend’s open house schedule of the listings of Thomas McCarey and The Real Estate Lounge Chicago:
4353 W Hollywood a luxury single family is open both Saturday and Sunday from noon-2p
855 W Erie a River West townhome is open both Saturday and Sunday from noon-2p
In the interim, please know that I look forward to hearing from you if you have any questions. Call me at 773.848.9241 or click the message box I just added in the column on the right. That’s a long story… and had it happened today instead of yesterday I might be whistling a different tune about Friday the 13th.
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