Friday the 13th

I’m not superstitious at all (at least about the usual things, such as black cats and Friday the 13th), so I went out to the forest today without any trepidation. There were a few difficulties, but overall, it was a pretty good day. When I got home from the forest this evening, I was reflecting on how well everything has been going lately and I was feeling a bit relieved after all of the difficulties I had in June.

Then I heard from my mom, who told me that my dad had gotten very sick this morning and had to be rushed to the hospital to have emergency surgery. He is doing much better now, and after a bit of recovery it seems like he will be as good as new. What a Friday the 13th. To think, I’d been blithely sitting in the forest all day, having no idea that all of this was happening back at home. It seems like since Rob and I have been gone, a ton of our friends and family have had major health scares. We are really hoping that everyone stays healthy and happy from now on.

Please send out some get-well-wishes to my dad, to speed him along in his recovery. Thanks for reading.