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the murky focus is for the squeamish

who might squeam

if they saw how like crawling centipedes

these new stitches slash scars appear

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this makes six surgical scars and a patch of road rash

two on my forehead three on right hand/wrist and one on my left knee

and the road rash on my left forearm

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hey wait i forgot my appendix scar

that makes lucky seven

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we are all scarred

and not all scars heal well

and some not at all

but we are here

and here there are avenues of comfort

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the hockey player gordie howe had dozens of scars

they were an occupational hazard

and badges of honor

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the road rash has been healing gradually over the last seventeen years

it has gone in relative size and shape from australia to japan

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so i hope to get the scar to hawaii by my hundredth birthday

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and my centipedes will have joined my lifeline and loveline seamlessly

when i shake my Maker’s nonhand

When I was growing up there was a kid who had a Rabbit’s Foot in his pocket for good luck. Horseshoes were put over doorways, but in the U shape, to contain the luck, and not in the upside down Omega shape, which would make all the good luck run out. Seven was considered a lucky number.

And thirteen was considered unlucky. Walking under ladders, spilling salt, breaking a mirror, having a black cat cross your path. And if you stepped on a crack you could break your mother’s back.

Of course, different cultures have different notions. My college sweetheart, of Japanese ancestry, was horrified when I ladled something from the stove onto a plate, and tipped it away from me. “DON’T DO THAT,” she said. “When you do that, you’re pointing at a dead person.” She also told me that for every tsubu (grain) of go-han (rice) I left in my bowl, a child would be starving.

I have my personal superstitions, and I imagine everyone else does too. I have two that relate to oral hygiene. The first one is that I must never run out of dental floss. If I don’t have another dispenser of floss waiting in the wings when the last bit of floss comes out of the dispenser I’m using, it means I will endure poverty in the immediate future. And the second one is that whenever I intend to floss or brush my teeth, or (usually) both, I MUST look in the mirror and say, “Be careful.” If I don’t, something terrible will happen when I tend to my teeth.

It’s silly, but it’s real. We are comforted when we do some of these things, and we are discomfited when certain other things occur. Nor should we stop just because we are being irrational. If it does no harm, it does some good.

When I learned that today’s prompt was “ominous,” the first thing I thought of was the connection to the word Omen. And when I did, a little drama with a “Lady or the Tiger” ending unfolded. And good noticers will see one reason why going for the money might bring Bad Luck.

2020 1030 inktober ominous

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Though I try to be a rational, reasoning person, a lifetime of social inertia and personal virtualization had yielded a network of date-specific superstition. New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are days to do good, example-setting things, things it would be good to do all year long. So on New Year’s Eve I headed for the Devonshire Senior Center. My friend Maggie had called me last week and I had committed to visiting with her.

Alas, she was not there. But I did get a replacement membership card, and talked to walk organizer Tracy about the status of walk programs, and got a new coffee card for a buck, and made this:

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The only thing I have resolved to do in 2019 is live to see 2020. But it would be nice to help someone, to fall in love with the right person, and to paint the masterpiece I know I have it in me to paint.

There’s a joke about Southerners with pickup trucks, which I use ironically in the little drawing I made.

What are the most common last words of Southerners with pickup trucks?

“Hey, y’all, WATCH THIS!”