I Should Have Let That Spider Live

 I am extremely nearsighted. EXTREMELY! So when I get in bed without my glasses I really can't see shit. Well, I can but it's all blurry. But who cares? What do I need to see in bed? Thankfully, my close vision is fine and I can still easily read which is my main bed activity when I'm not sleeping and I don't need 20/20 vision to tell the difference between a 6 and a half foot tall man and a small orange cat. 
So last night I was in bed reading, waiting for Mr. Moon to get out of the shower when I happened to glance up to see a black blob right in the place where the ceiling and wall meet. I could not distinguish one detail but I knew it was not something that was usually there. It was completely still for a moment but then it did what I was afraid it was going to do which was to begin moving and slowly, slowly, it was headed my way. I picked up my phone and did the best telephoto shot I could and it confirmed my suspicion that I was watching a fairly enormous spider make its way towards the bed. 
Now look. I am not an arachnophobe by any means. I don't have a problem with spiders and I have a great affection for our golden orb weavers. But they generally stay outside where spiders are supposed to stay. I have never been a SMASH IT! SMASH IT! kind of girl but for some reason, this spider was creeping the fuck out of me. 
I could hear the shower turn off and knew that Glen would soon be coming into the room but I didn't want to wait for him to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HUSBANDS ARE FOR AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED! So I yelled through the door that there was a giant spider and could he please come deal with it and because he's a gentleman, he did.
He was naked but not afraid. 
He said, "I need a broom." As tall as Glen is, our ceilings are much taller and that spider was still up there pretty far. So I told him where the nearest broom was because he has no idea where all the brooms live. He probably didn't even realize that the main broom is not the only one I have stashed around here for emergency sweeping. So he got the broom and he brushed the poor creature off the wall and I did not plead with him to just trap it and take it outside which is what I generally do when there are small beings in the house that don't belong here. No, I did not do that. I let him kill it. I wanted him to just get that over with and not get into some sort of fancy dance, trying to trap the thing and perhaps letting it go free because I would have to go sleep in the guest room if I knew it was anywhere in our room. 

I guess killing that Georgia Thumper last week put me on the slippery slope to plain old random murder and I am not proud of that but there you go. And here we are. I know damn well that spider wasn't going to attack me and that it wasn't a poisonous spider (although all spiders have venom of some sort, most do not generally use it) and the odds of it hurting me were about one in a million. 
I was bitten by a brown recluse once on an extremely sensitive part of my body and that bite literally dissolved the skin on the sensitive part and took a very long time to heal but this spider was not a brown recluse. 

So that happened last night and it took me awhile to get to sleep but of course eventually I did and no further threatening situations arose although Maurice did get in bed with me but as long as I don't try to pet her, I know she won't bite me so we just cuddled and that was nice. 

I really need to get a life.

So. Mr. Moon did not leave on Tuesday the way he had planned. Did I tell you that or not? I can't remember. He got so busy with Tom's dealings that he realized he didn't have the time or energy to spend on laying flooring so he stayed home. He did leave this afternoon for the coast to go deep sea fishing tomorrow. I believe this makes him happier than just about anything in this world and I am so glad he gets to do that. 

My day was a total wipeout. I hung the sheets on the line but it rained before they were completely dry so I had to bring them in and finish them up in the dryer which is not a big deal and certainly nothing more than a slight inconvenience. And hardly that. 
But I couldn't settle on anything. I was going to go to town to take two necklaces to a jewelry repair place. I also wanted to go back to the thrift store I went to on Wednesday to possibly get Glen something I'd seen he could hang on the wall of the cabin. I couldn't really see it that well as it was crammed in behind some other things but from what I could see, it might be something he'd like. I'd describe it to you but if I get it, I'll post a picture and that will be a lot better. Glen's birthday is on Monday and once again, I haven't done a thing. He still hasn't finished the delicious dessert thing I made for Father's Day but one must bake one's husband a cake for his birthday, right? 
Or something. 
And oh, I did not go to town because just as I was planning to leave, the heavens opened up and we got a miniature repeat of the storms we had the other day. By the time that had passed, I'd lost any momentum I might have had and just worked on my jigsaw puzzle instead. 
I did my little daily tour of the garden and as is generally true, it was the best part of my day. 

The roses are coming along with a second bloom. 

They are always a joy. 

They're untamed with a mind of their own which suits me fine. I cut them back once a year on no particular schedule and they reward my neglect with those hot shots of scarlet. Too red to really photograph as if that color sucks up all the energy around it which is too much for the camera to bear.

I sprayed a few more aphids but of course the rain that came later washed off all the soapy mixture I'd sprayed. 
Sigh. 

Here's a field pea blossom. It's quite large, actually. 

It's a thick blossom, almost waxy. Quite impressive and I do love those tiny yellow markings which look to me like aerial directions for the pollinators so they lose no time in finding the real center of importance. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure why human women do not have a similar situation going on. I think that relations between the sexes might be a little easier and better for the enjoyment of all if there were. 

I jumped the gun and picked a few of the pea pods and shelled them so that you can get an idea of what these delicious little gifts of protein, fiber, and flavor look like. 

I have to let them get more mature than that before picking them because when they're that size they take forever to shell and besides that, the bigger they are, the more bang for the buck you're getting. They'll still be delicious. 
But aren't those babies just gorgeous little gems of the dirt? 
Yes. Yes they are. And those will not go to waste. I am going to heat up the ones we ate a few nights ago which I grew, shelled, and froze last year and I will throw these in with them. They won't take long to cook, being so young and tender. 

I have not commented on the political situation in awhile and I'm not going to tonight, either. Things have reached a point of absurdity that I cannot even believe, much less try and make sense of here. I was about to link a piece I read today in The New Yorker about three brothers who have made fortunes trafficking and abusing women in the most horrendous ways imaginable, bragging about that, and making videos about how YOU TOO can use women to make yourself a very rich man. This would all be horrendous enough but they are great friends of Barron Trump, Donald Trump, Jr., and yes, even demented big daddy dingdong. Yes. I was about to link it but I figured that since it's so long an article and the story has hardly peeked its nose out from the behind the curtain of what we call journalism today, I would not. 
Oh. What the hell. 
Please do not feel bad if you don't want to read it or simply don't have the time. 

There truly is no bottom to the evil, is there? 

Nope. There is not. 

But hey! Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon