I don’t like August

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It seems like my biggest concentrations of bad luck happen in August and February, six months apart from each other.
I’ve never understood why.
Maybe because I’m as born in November, three months away from today, so they’re as far apart from that as they can be and be on opposite sides of the calendar from each other.

Saturday was 27 years since I last heard from my sister.
Sunday was the 121st anniversary of my grandmother’s birth, and she and I did NOT get along.
Today is the 21st anniversary of my father’s death. (I remain convinced he held on one more day after his brain aneurism to avoid dying on the 100th anniversary of his mother in law’s birth. He didn’t get along with her either…)

I’ve been playing the “Mass of Our Lady” today in memory of my father:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messe_de_Nostre_Dame

I figure this will both honor him, as he really liked music of all kinds and historical music specifically, and piss him off as he was a baptist and never liked that my mother raised us catholic, so wouldn’t want a mass involved. (OK, it was before the Protestant revolution, so there wasn’t the option in 1365, but that wouldn’t stop him from being annoyed.)

I do always think about my sister this time of year. Not so much because of the last call being now, but because this was the time of year she always came to visit.
She never missed my grandmother’s birthday.
Which was a bit strange as the daughter of my father’s first marriage, she was not the grandchild of that grandmother.
But, when my grandmother held court, everyone had to be there. My sister followed that dictate until she was in her 40’s.

It all leaves me fairly melancholy.