Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits

Day 32 - 8:18am, Friday 1 February

Every now and then, as the calendar turns a page, I remember back to my childhood days and the need to say "Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits" as the first spoken words of the month. Whether or not it ever brought me luck as it was supposed to is hard to say, because my luckiness levels didn't seem to alter depending upon whether or not I conformed to the superstition. Usually I forgot, then kicked myself shortly after, when I realised that the moment and the opportunity were lost for another month. So it seems unlikely that even then if I had had a particular run of luck or bad luck struck that I would remember back to whether or not I had name-checked our furry friends on the first of the month.

Maybe the fault lies with me for not making a note of it or recording my good luck in some manner. After all, as the old business adage goes: "What you measure, gets done/managed." So what would have happened had I tracked my luck? Would I start looking for and finding good luck in the rabbit months and then looking for and finding bad luck in the animal-free months? Would I actually alter my luck or just my perception of it? Would it help me see what was already there but had been slipping by unnoticed or would the act of measuring it somehow generate more?

Today's good luck was the snow. Following what was forecast to be the coldest night of the year so far, the Water of Leith is a patchwork of ice and the canal is completely frozen over, but no snow. The kids try to scrape enough frost together to make snowballs, but they are largely disappointed. Then, we leave the church hall after Cubs to be surprised by snow. Best of all, it's the pretty kind - large flakes that gracefully dance their way down to the ground in slow motion. And it's lying, our luck has changed.