From Wikipedia, it is said that the fear of Friday the 13th is called friggatriskaidekaphobia–Frigga being the name of the Norse goddess for whom “Friday” is named and triskaidekaphobia meaning fear of the number thirteen. What is a Norse goddess? I don’t know. I am curious but not curious enough to take the trouble to look it up.
The 80-degree morning promises another scorcher–almost 100 degrees by noon. What can one expect for a Friday falling on the 13th? If it turns out to be a lackluster 24 hours, I will consider myself lucky and give myself an imaginary medal. However I know the day will not go smoothly without a glitch. The sun seems more tyrannical than usual–if one lingers in the parking lot for one more minute, one may get a heat stroke. It begs the question why the summer sun cannot kill the coronavirus. Or failing that, at least slow the spread of it. If anything, the summer so far has fueled the virus surge.
All the daily annoyances come to me, more aggravating than usual. It’s the festival of annoyances. There’s only one Friday the 13th in 2021 and all the annoying spirits come out of woodwork to play and plague to their hearts’ content.
I wake up with an early morning dream that my mother insists on living with me so that she can continue to practice her wicked art of criticizing me. She died of a traffic accident when I was in college. However I just know death will not be an obstacle to her–her ghost comes back at least once a year to remind me of her presence. My parents belong to those people who have zero interest in child rearing. In an ideal society, this kind of people should not have children, but in our non-ideal world, they all have children.
The computer is acting up–the response time to mouse clicks stretches from five seconds to a minute. Once it reaches the threshold of a minute, I know it is eternity. I have no choice but to restart it, not once, not twice, but three times. Are you happy, the Friday monster? Can you be placated? Do you want a digital shrine built for you and a digital sacrifice?
I am translating for a business owner that the signage for the waterfront business he’s about to open is a serious business for the township. There are specific application, specific requirements, specific prototype in the form of the signage of his neighboring shops. He just doesn’t understand, or he pretends that he doesn’t understand. He’s had several other businesses, but none of them suffers under such a demand.
“Are they waterfront? No. Are they in this township? No.” I try to explain to him.
I never know if “the” should be added to a name. None of the native speakers I know can explain to me when and where “the” is needed. It’s almost like a six sense to them that they just know when to add “the” and when not to.
“You know, both ‘University of Chicago’ and ‘University of California’ have ‘the’ in front.” He says.
“I don’t believe it. That’s not true.” I am really surprised. “I won’t believe it even if Google says so.”
I’ve been taking vitamin pills ‘Focus Factor’ to enhance my memory, but to no avail. My memory is still getting worse. And of course today is the worst day for my memory–I can’t find my scissors and can’t remember the last time I saw it.
I’ve been taking up Thai and revisiting those Spanish verbs I haven’t visited for years, just to show myself that my memory is still functioning.