8/13/99 A Fair thirteenth.

I'm not usually a superstitious person, but this Friday the thirteenth gives me the creeps.
Maybe though, my luck was gonna turn for the better. A telephone chat with Dr. Romanovsky got me a little more than half of the $415 he owed me for the freelance job I did for him. The check is in the mail. Today is also the day that I get my bonus check, and payday check with my small raise. Monica got her check that the State of Washington pays us for caring for Cameron and Shelby, and tonight I had agreed to take the kids to the Clark County Fair.

The day, started out on a bad note though when Rick called me into his office to yell at me. Again? what did I do this time? I have been "busting my but and dealing with a sinking ship".
It's kinda dumb, but the conversation hurt my feelings... but probably had the desired effect; Rick took the rest of the day off and Todd and I got tons of work done. Hopefully Rick's mind has been put at ease.

When I left work for the day, I still felt bad, like nothing ever goes right. I knew traffic was going to be bad, my 30 mile commute usually takes an hour, but Fridays are worse, and it was raining. I stopped in at the BP station to get a "comfort snack" for the ride home: "grandma's softbake oatmeal cookies" and a carton of chocolate milk. I realized that this was only my second "meal" in three days.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw the good omen, a sure sign of good things to come; a guy was buzzing by on a metallic green Lambretta scooter! I tried to jockey my car near the scoot for a good look, but by the time I was along side of him, the 200cc buzz increased, there was a quick puff of blue "2-stroke smoke" and the Lambretta GP had weaved it's way through the traffic.
It was the highlight of my week.

When I got home Monica and the kids were more than ready to go to the fair, and so was I. We spent four hours and $45 at the fair, and for a for the first time this week, things were good.

So much for superstition.