Cheating the spiders who come to say please,
politely they
bend at the knees
It’s a reasonably pleasant spider-day here, too. I seem to be over the worst of “la gripa,” as the Mexicans say, or “the crud,” as we call it. At least I have enough energy to get up and stay up.
Tom has gone to mow the lawn for the Envirothon coach (for pay, although he’d do it as a Gesture if she hadn’t offered cash). She’s going to loan us a book about Invasive Species, for the extra Science Olympiad event Elen’s just been hit with.
After Kathleen’s first nap (just begun) and before her second one, we’ll go to the library and get the CDs of “Anna Karenina” back. Then I’ll have 3 weeks to listen to the second half. Will nerdy Konstantin Levin and dizzy Princess Kitty find bucolic happiness? Will Stepan Arkadievitch’s wife bump him off before he bankrupts them or infects her with an incurable social disease? Will the Communists assassinate Andrei Karenin before he bores them to death? If you know, don’t tell me!