I'm not normally a superstitious person but there is one thing I dread. August. Not only is it a major hurricane month but bad things seem to happen to people I care about in August. My mother died in August 2001. My step-father had quintuple by-pass surgery (he was going in for a roto-blading that he was told would kill him if he had it done and the by-pass surgery was scheduled in place of that) in August 2003. And my very dear friend died, at the age of 46, in August 2005.
Augusts 2002, 2004 and 2006 passed without tragedy. That just seems to happen in the odd numbered years.
So, as the title of this blog says. . . Wake me in September.
Augusts 2002, 2004 and 2006 passed without tragedy. That just seems to happen in the odd numbered years.
So, as the title of this blog says. . . Wake me in September.
