It’s Shane’s birthday tomorrow- he enjoys Kevin Bacon tremendously, but I’ve restrained myself from gifting him a Friday the 13th Bacon tie-in of some sort.
Speaking of hockey, went to my first game last year, and this pic pretty much captures my favorite thing about the experience: the green lit strips embedded into the pavement at the entrance to the ShoWare Center. Blame it on the mindless oaf in front of me whose violent fanaticism left me struggling to not act out a bout of fanatical violence. Would’ve been fine except for the fact that his seven-to-eightish year old son sat right next to him taking it all in. Plus, our guys- the Thunderbirds- played sloppily, and a little dirty, but not in a fun way. I much admired the other team (which team was it again…) for their grace and ability to actually execute an orchestrated play versus scrappily act on the defense and crudely attempt a helter-skelter grab at the puck. I’m talking out of my bum a bit, having not followed hockey ever, I just know how their abilities compared visually, at least at that particular game.
While watching the Academy Awards this year, I teared up during the memoriam when I saw that Joseph Bologna passed away in 2017. He was a face (more than) from childhood. I was ah, nuts over his show Rags to Riches. ♦
Saw this meme earlier today and it made me laugh. Spruced it up a bit with different visuals though. Ki, ki, ki, ma, ma, ma …
When does this pairing happen again, I wonder? Valentine’s on the heels of Friday the 13th? I haven’t le sighed in a while. ♦
Painting by Dave Correia
June’s full moon, the “honey moon” or “strawberry moon”- take your pick of lovely names- falls on Friday the 13th. Gotta wait till 2049 to enjoy it once again. I’ll bring the honey, you bring the strawberries. ♦
It wasn’t crystal, but there was a lake! Spent a portion of the last two days packing up each and every item in my dad’s house due to water damage- leaky piping. That demo shot is the hallway. And to think I started the year wondering if I’d have to clean out my dad’s home, but due to a much more grim reason. This water issue is nothing in comparison, though I find it a bit comical that I still ended up having to pack it up, pack it in.
The weary worn carpet of too many years past will finally make an exit, a bonus perk from the whole ordeal. Watching the plumbers cut through all the lovely hardwood lying beneath made me a bit sad- team wood, not carpet.
I dared to wear a sign of luck in starting the day, and furthermore, document it. I suppose it is a bit of luck that my dad seems to be handling the situation fairly well.
And the number of hours it took to box it all up? Thirteen, (super) naturally. ♦