I used to have this thing, this weird superstition about calendars, that I think I made up ( I'm not sure). Anyway, my deal was that I absolutely could not turn over a calendar before the month was over. I could flip through the calendar and look at upcoming dates or check out what the next month's picture was and whatnot, but bad luck would befall me if I permanently turned the calendar over to the new month before the old month was completely finished.
No flipping to January 1st on New Year's Eve for me.
The other day (a particularly windy one) I came into the den and found my Snoopy calendar (shut up, it's soothing) on the floor. Obviously a strong gust had blown it and the tack that was holding it up right off the wall.
I left it lying there on the floor for a few days. No good reason, except that I just couldn't be bothered picking it up and it wasn't hurting anyone where it was resting. And I'm lazy like that sometimes. I'll clean the kitchen up three times in one day, cut both front and back lawns and do four loads of laundry, but picking a calendar up off the floor? That's far too taxing.
Finally yesterday I decided to gather it up and put it back on the wall. I was going to pin up June, but I stopped. June only had a few hours left in it, so it would make much more sense to just pin up July instead.
Except for that bad luck thing.
I stood there for a few minutes contemplating my dilemma. And then pinned up July.
Bad luck arrives for no good reason - or for complicated, complex reasons that I won't know until I meet my maker (who will have a fair bit of explaining to do at that time, by the way). It has nothing to do with whether or not I've put a calendar up 16 hours too early.
It just doesn't.