Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past. – “Superstition, Stevie Wonder”
I grew up in an Irish Catholic household. (Even though he had been done for a few years when I was born, John Kennedy’s photo was still proudly displayed in the living room.) My grandmother, who was only the second generation born in the United States, came programmed with every superstition imaginable.
You didn’t walk under ladders or open umbrellas in the house. If you spilled pepper, you quickly threw salt over your left shoulder. And if you broke a mirror … well, you were done for. For at least seven years anyway.
All kinds of crazy shit.
I’ve retained very little of it, fortunately. But it’s always fun when something off the wall seems to work. So when I read this post from Why S? over at the House on Red Hill, I decided to give it a try. “What the hell?” thought I in my classic nothing ventured, nothing gained approach. That was MONDAY.
Two days later …
I received notification that something I thought I was still paying off was already paid. A day later, I received a check refunding half of the last payment I’d made.
Do I think this caused it? The honest answer is that I don’t know. It was awfully strange though. Awfully strange indeed …