Also known as paraskevidekatriaphobia, or irrational fear of Friday the 13th. 28 years ago today, this evening actually, Bruce and I were married. It was Friday the 13th. We laughed in the face of irrational fears and superstitions.

Still, I’m thinking I might run out of gas on my way to pick him up for our celebratory dinner out. Poor planning more than bad luck, really. Touching wood just in case.


About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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3 Responses to Friggatriskaidekaphobia

  1. Sarah says:

    Happy Anniversary!!

  2. DawnK says:

    Happy Anniversary! My grandparents on my dad’s side were married on 9-13-1935! I don’t know if it was a Friday or not. 24 years for us, in October.

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