One half the size of a remote, believe.
..and that is as close as my limited telephoto lens would get me, at least from my perch on the chair.. I mean spiders jump, don’t you know?
Who’d have thought knitters could be so sadistic as to actually ask for pictures of a creature this size.. Spielberg fans, all of you.
Last night:
C: ‘There’s a huge spider in the corner of the porch.’
The corner?
C: ‘Yeah, where the table used to be.’
Where the table used to be??? The table is where it always
has been.
C: ‘You moved it out onto the deck, you know, where we had
dinner??’
Yeah, for dinner, but after I put it back where it
lives. What’s this about the
spider? What kind of spider?
C: ‘A huge spider is in the corner, about the size of the remote control, well maybe half the size of the
remote control’. (don’t you love the way people use objects they are familiar
with to describe things.. men… remotes??)
No, I didn’t see it. I’ll make sure I see it. Do you think you could move it ?
Forward to this morning.. Let me tell you IT IS BIG!! I do NOT want to be the one to move this spider. I hardly ever kill hurt spiders. They eat BUGS. Okay, then. I’m telling you all this because there is STILL one BIG HONKING SPIDER
in the corner, over the table that I want to use TODAY to comb some of the
bunny stuff.. ummm crack! Do you think just maybe she
likes to watch?
Little miss Muffet sat in a corner eating her curds and whey……….along came a spider and sat down beside her watching her comb her wool…………….
Awww….. c’mon. Can’t we even get a picture?
Picture, picture, picture please! I’m not sure why, but I want to have a peak at your spider.
awww, come on, what’s one more spinner in the crowd? su (who would have needed oxygen…)
The itsey, bitsey spider came down the water spout.
Out came the rain and washed the spider out…
Wait for the rain! Don’t touch that thing!!!!
After supper it was cool enough to actually want to be outside doing something, as opposed to having to be outside getting something done. It had rained pretty hard, sheets actually, for an hour or so during the afternoon while I knitted sat waiting at the garage for my car to be worked on. It’s the only real block of time I’ve had to sit uninterrupted during the past couple days. The air was dryer and it was a perfect evening to spend paddling around the pond. I did, and it was. The water, no surprise here, was incredibly warm. A turtle swam by me as I coasted, checking out the dense algae growth that has bloomed in the heat. And just in case you are a skeptic when it comes to those children’s book illustrations of the frog sitting on the lily pads… well, they were, all over the place. It was an absolutely lovely evening and a far cry from the pea soup thick nights of the past week. Just before the moon rose, a falling star blazed by low over head. Not bad..
Since we have had electricity, more nights are spent indoors watching the tube, reading or whatever… using the computer. I wouldn’t have blogged then. It was always an issue, getting enough of the right kind of power for the computer, getting enough power for almost anything. For the ten years before the electric went in we spent lots of evenings floating around the pond on the raft, walking, sitting in the dark on the deck and watching the skies. There are always lots of shooting stars in the late summer and when there aren’t, there are always satellites to find. There’s nothing like a summer night.
The raspberries are ripe. Monday was way too hot to want to walk down to the field and work there after picking strawberries in the sun so I hadn’t checked the bushes out. It was time, I needed to cut out the bore damaged ends and haul them to the fire pit. It was a surprise to see how many berries were ready, so before I started I picked my first quart, a reward for doing such miserable freaking hot work.
With any luck, the phone company will show up today and put my wires up onto the poles. The static on the line is knocking me off line whenever it rains, whenever it is really damp. They’ve promised before, nada. My wires have been chewed on, walked and tramped on, skied and tripped over, for years. They’ve been duct taped bandaged, over and over. I need new lines. Keep your fingers crossed, please.
Typepad has gotten the ‘Comments’ thing worked out. Now the email alert gives the name of the person leaving the comment in the subject (like it used to). Big improvement, thanks Typepad. Your doing a great job getting it all pulled together.
Cara references this in her post. Check out this free form knitting.
I like playing with free form crochet. My son, the artist, says stuff like – geeez, mom, you aren’t gonna wear THAT in public, are you?
6 responses to “any questions??”
Oh gross….that thing has its own zip code!!! Tell her to find another table to occupy!!
Wow.
I’m sitting here laughing, because now you’ve actually proven your point. She’s rather big, isn’t she?
I mean, you’re going to gross a lot of people out with that picture, but now they’ll really understand what you mean about the giant spider and not wanting to work under her.
What a wild looking web.
My toes are curling in disgust and fear just looking at the picture.
Ok yeah, that was big. I rather like spiders, except for the jumping part. If that thing jumped at me, I’d run.
First Cassie, now you! It isn’t safe for arachnophobes like me to venture onto the internet anymore. UGH.
OH MY GAWD
call an exterminator eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww