Woke up this morning to a home I’d spent two days cleaning, undoing the neglect of the past few months.
Two weeks of laundered clothes swung n the breeze on the line outside the window, four bags of garbage and a couple of bags of recyclables lined the wall waiting to be taken out, a vacuumed tatami reflected the sunlight, a dust and clutter free workstation drew my eyes to the gleaming chassis of an aging computer.
I felt lighter, righter, a born again writer.
My Black and Mild cigars sat on the desk calling to me, whispering words of defiance. “Don’t even think about it! Resolutions are for wusses. When you’re ready to let me go, you’ll know. Til then, shut up and spark up!”
The coffee machine in the kitchen and the Starbucks beans in the freezer chorused their support of the cigars. “Yeah, and don’t you go forgetting we’re a team!”
My black-eyed peas, rinsed and sorted, sat soaking on the counter where they’d been for the past 24 hours.
Hopping John was on the menu. With celery, scallion, and some other green veggies crisping in the crisper.
Very superstitious writings on the wall…
And, now, as a partially Japanized ex-pat, add to that list of superstitions the obligatory trip to the shrine this afternoon (or sometime in the next couple of days…Japanese are pretty flexible with this) to perform another ritual I barely understand.
Yes, Stevie, I know: superstition ain’t the way…
But, still, I suffer them.
Loco’s New Year’s Superstitions:
#1: Clothes must be cleaned.
#2: Home must be thoroughly cleaned, like spring cleaning on steroids.
#3: Hopping John (or some concoction with black-eyed peas in it) must be made and eaten.
#3a: …And don’t forget the green vegetables that go along with it (money money money moooooney!!)
#4: Bad habits must be broken, or at least the topic of breaking them must be broached and acknowledged.
#5: Writing MUST be done (for whatever you’re doing at the start of the year you’ll be doing throughout the year).
Amendment: #6: Go toss money and give a kami a round of applause and a shout out at a shrine somewhere.
Anyone else out there suffer any New Year’s superstitious rituals?
PS: Happy New Year folks, and may your 2013 be a healthy, prosperous and safe one!