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Sunday, February 1, 2004A Spider in the Afternoon
Afternoon. Cool air. Cloudy skies. Overdue yard work to do.
Dig chop dig bend dig dig heave dig pull dig bend
Trudy, Ben! Come look at this spider!
It lies motionless in the cool air, curled in a ball with its jet black legs crunched up under its abdomen.
I turn to the patio door. No Trudy. No Ben. Not even a dog coming dashing thru the doggie door.
No nothing. Just z's coming from under the sliding door:
<zzz> for Trudy who slaved away at Quicken and thus has much sleeping to catch up on.
{zzz} for Ben who slept over at a friends house and thus has much sleeping to catch up on.
[zzz] for the dog, who is ... well ... a dog and so always has much sleeping to catch up on.
And the spider walks away.
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