Y’all know I’m a science-type person. I pretty much always scoff at superstition, “old wive’s tales” (with the caveat that those wise ladies often knew what the hell they were talking about, even if they didn’t have the fancy jargon and data to explain it properly), and generally anything not measurable by modern technology. All that being said, I’m taking no chances right now.
After the universally-maligned phenomenon that was the Great Dumpster Fire of 2020, I’m pulling out all the stops. I have a skull wreath that my mom bought me ages ago, and I decorate it for whatever season is upon us – or whatever strikes my fancy. I hereby decree this the season of “international good luck.” I ordered good luck charms from multiple cultures across the globe. One might work, right?
My mom also sent me the David, Patron Saint of Ew candle. I figure that kind of goes with the theme.
On January 1 (yesterday), I cooked all the supposedly lucky food: cabbage, black eyed peas with pork, and corn bread. I had read something about 12 grapes, but I didn’t have that. Instead, I drank the champagne last night that I didn’t drink on New Year’s Eve due to awful weather (and going to bed by 9:35). Since champagne is a grape-based product, I figure I ticked that box as well.
I think we all realize things won’t be magically different over the course of a few days, but I gotta have hope. We’re about to pop out for a quick overnight surprise trip for the kids before things get back to the new, new normal next week. I hope y’all had a happy-ish New Year celebration. Now no one be assholes. We need all the good karma we can get.
I leave you with Felix, doing some kind of dance of supplication to some force out there. Surely this must also be lucky.
Dramatic Momologue 
Love this! Let me know how all this works for you, and maybe I will give it a try next year – you never know!
Will do!!