Fridays the Thirteenth

For several years, before we bought Pistachio House, Francine and I shared an apartment with the various children and cats. The address was 13o2 Division Avenue, and we were in apartment 13. Francine was convinced that 13 was a lucky number (“it’s lucky in Italy!”), so on most Fridays the 13th we would have a little party. These were small affairs, typically, with just a few friends over.

It was a fun little tradition. It ended when we moved out of #13, but Francine was always keen to bring something like this back. For many years, we had game nights at Pistachio House, but that’s not quite the same thing.

We both missed those gatherings; Pistachio House is big, but it’s cramped, so it would require some extra space to make this sort of gathering – a salon, she called them – possible.

The plan was always to kit out half our oversized garage as a pub/game room so we could resurrect the Friday the 13th parties or possibly even host one of these salons monthly.

Hopefully, this plan will finally come to fruition, either this year or next, depending on my employment situation. Thanks to a sudden need to re-side the garage, it now has the required door and windows. Next, frame the interior, redo the wiring in the buildings, and finish the interior.

I had hoped to have that done before I leave for France, but that’s clearly not going to happen. We shall see.