Thursday, September 18, 2008
It's fall time here on the Oregon Coast, which means that our eight-legged friends are spinning their magic on our rhododendron bushes, dahlia stocks, window frames, front porches and anywhere else that they can get a foothold. The webs are beautiful, the inhabitants kind of creepy, but they mostly live outside and that's alright by me.
Riff and I were tucked away in our cozy bedroom from the fall fog the other night. He was happily snoozing away while I had traveled back to Colonial America and was with Martha Washington meeting George's mean-spirited, unhappy mother at Ferry Farm for the first time. Suddenly, from God-Only-Knows-Where, a large spider appeared right on my thumb. I was instantly back in mid-September 2008, shrieking and flinging both spider and book across the room. Poor Riff was jolted out of his happy state and into my creepy world where he bravely spent a half an hour helping me look for my eight-legged friend while assuring me that he was long gone. Since the creepy crawler was nowhere to be found, we pulled the covers back up and flipped off the light.
For me, sleep did not come easily...
Posted by Paula at 7:39 AM