It looks different around here, doesn’t it? But I’ve got some tweaking to do. A fair bit of it. Am not settled on the shades of white to gray thing. I’m doing the web equivalent of This Old House while I am trailing tissue paper all over the place. And so has been H.o.p. When I got up today, it looked like some suburban prepubescent boys had happened by and rolled the place. A veritable joy of tissue streamers spiderwebbing wall to wall, which is appropriate as the last thing I did on the computer last night was scream bloody murder when I finished writing some mailing labels (yes, practicing my actual lack of penmanship skills) and turned back to the computer to see a big old spider hopping across the keyboard. Of course I screamed and Marty leaped from the bedroom (ten feet away, and no, come to think of it, I had to yell five times for him) and H.o.p. jumped up and down in crowing delight. I used to be able to deal with things like this but have turned into a wimp over spiders and bees and things as I get such toxic reactions to their even looking at me. The last time I was bitten by a spider, the first day we started our trip out West back in September, I had a nasty systemic reaction that lasted a couple of months. So I see spiders and run and scream for someone else to deal with the situation. Yes, I know I’m a sniveling coward and others would have me take the spiders to a garden and release them. But when that very innocuous looking spider landed on my hand in September and I gently brushed it away, look what I got for my tenderness. It bit me anyway, my hand swelled up and then I was covered in hives for weeks. Because that’s what spiders do. They bite when threatened. Just like lots of people do.
So in the meanwhile, dusting my little spot on the internet, I listened to this video at Bradblog on how NSA USES PRIVATE FIRMS FOR MASSIVE UNCHECKED DOMESTIC SURVEILLANCE. I expect spiders to bite just like I expect a certain kind of behavior out of NSA, but I will yell and jump around about spiders, whereas the NSA and bold headlines about it just has me shrugging my shoulders as in, “And you’re surprised?”
But if I looked down at my keyboard and saw a wee spider-sized NSA human running across it…what do you think I’d do?
Back to dusting and rearranging the web furniture as soon as I pull a little more of my brain together today. H.o.p. too is lying low.
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