A Black Cat Crossed My Path

Today as I wrote, a black cat stared at me from beyond the glass door. I felt its wicked eyes on me and flipped out a little when I saw it, much like Paulie in The Sopranos when a cat becomes fixated with the dead Christopher's picture in the Bada Bing. Of course, being a modern girl with a dash of my late great grandmother, I stared back at it until it left. And then going with the modern part of that sentence, I googled black cats and what the hell does it mean when they stare at you with yellow eyes? Of course, most Americans think black cats are unlucky, but in Scotland, if a black cat comes to your door, it means that you are coming into prosperity which is the meaning I'm going to take as it will help fund Motor City Burning Press and all that jazz. Old joke -- How do you make a small fortune from a small press? Start with a large fortune.

I'm a bit on the superstitious side in life, picking up pennies (a habit from my younger days -- a hundred pennies meant going to the local movie, a story I could bore my grandchildren with if I intended to have any), avoiding walking under ladders, that sort of thing. Nothing too dramatic, just cautious. Birds scare me, although given that my friends love owls, I'm warming up to them as a symbol of wisdom. What about you, my dear readers? Any superstitions you fear or welcome as signs of luck?

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You can play a shoestring if you're sincere." John Coltrane

Cocktail Hour
Check out beautiful Jodi at the J Spot with the drink I made especially for her sweet self!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday!