Better today. A nice New York strip, some green beans for dinner. Spinach and eggs for breakfast. And lunch? A bowl of split pea soup, because MAN, IT WAS COLD TODAY. High in the middle 60s. I closed the windows and changed into jeans, and it was tolerable, but still. It’s out there, waiting for us.
We’ll get another month of summer, but no one even pretends it’ll be here much longer. Even the spiders are moving inside. Today I plucked a bra off the bedpost and put it on. Reached behind my back to fasten the clasp, glanced in the mirror and saw a giant spider sprawled across Ms. Right. I’m not the sort of person who spooks easily at insects and arachnoids, but I don’t mind saying that I exited that garment so quickly it might have actually hovered in the air for a few seconds. SPIDER ON BOOB OMG. Of course it scurried to safety, but I managed to scoop it into a baggie and escort it to the city limits. Spiders kill flies, after all. I think this one was an orb weaver — nice mellow spider. Still, a big one.
So, it was a Tuesday. Slept badly overnight, boxed in the pre-dawn, opened a new bank account for Kate in the afternoon. The woman at the bank complimented Kate on knowing her Social Security number, which is apparently a rarity this summer, as she opens bank accounts for college freshman. Her basic understanding of overdraft protection, ditto. And these are the kids who will inherit your future. Be afraid, folks.
Got some bloggage for you, yes.
A really creepy story about a creepy crime — the two 12-year-olds who stabbed and nearly killed their friend, in a tribute to Slender Man. The mugshots are the stuff of nightmare.
We were big fans of “My So-Called Life” — were you? If so, look what’s happened to Rayann Graf — she’s a countess. For realz.
Wednesday already? How does this happen?