I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Monday, July 16, 2007
A Prayer For Owen Nicey...
Yesterday, a spider rappelled down it's own thread right in front of my face at the bar. With my luck or my usual absence of, it figures that I came close to being bitten by a spider that was not irradiated with potential Arachnid-like powers but with venomy drunkeness instead (oh wait, I might already have that...)
Also, later that night, while editing my Great American Novel from the back patio, I picked up a penny from the ground and a tiny spider about the size of a red pepper flake scurried away beneath it.
And then this morning, I peed Tarantulas.
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thanks for the nice comment
ReplyDeleteYesterday, I met two black widow spiders while cleaning my yard. Luckily, I was wearing rubber kitchen gloves.
ReplyDeleteI'm deathly afraid of spiders.
ReplyDeleteHopefully your penny was heads up before you decided to pick it up. If it wasn't, no wonder you found a spider! And maybe you have bad luck because you're picking up all of the tails pennies. Hm.