From the Archives – July 15, 2008
I was sitting in my office trying to come up with a topic for today’s blog. For some reason, it was difficult to hone in on one. Should I comment on The New Yorker’s skewering of the Obamas? Should I describe the wonderful kayak trip I took this morning? Should I comment on tonight’s baseball All Star Game? None of it really inspired me.
So I stared out my window and a giant spider web caught my eye. Given that our house is on the market, I don’t particularly like giant spider webs; to me they give the impression that the homeowners are sloppy. Yet living on a river means that flora and fauna get ahead of you quickly if you’re not vigilant.
Under other circumstances I would fully appreciate a beautiful spider web. They are works of art. Especially when they glisten in the sun or just after a gentle rain. And who hasn’t read Charlotte’s Web, where the Charlotte the spider saves Wilbur the pig’s life with her exquisite messages written in spider web fashion? I cry every time I read that story.
Nevertheless, tomorrow I’ll be out with my broom (or maybe I can cajole Earl to use the broom) to get rid of some ambitious spider’s work of art. It always creates a little pang of remorse, for I’m sure the spider can’t read our “For Sale” sign and thinks we’re meanies.
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