Eight Legged Nightmares
There’s a spider crawling around my apartment and I don’t know where he is. I was out in the living room watching TV when I saw him dart out from under the pillow I was lying against and under the love seat. Mr. Spider is so going to appear when Stef is sitting down in there relaxing or something and there will be lots of panic for a few moments because she’s as afraid of spiders as I am of bees and well… Do you think the spider would crawl up into my bed and eat me in the middle of the night? That’s what I’m really worried about here, after all.
Before my encounter with Mr. Spider I spent the better part of the day at the New England Historical Genealogical Society in Boston. I had hoped to tie up some loose ends in my family tree but found almost nothing. To salvage the day I did some research on Stephanie’s family. I knew there was a book there about Mamie’s ancestors that we hadn’t yet gone through. That’s what I spent the second half of the day doing.
After about six and a half hours there, having skipped lunch, I finally took off for the train. On my way out of the city I grabbed myself an Orange Freeze from the Ice Cream man on the corner of Boylston and Arlington. I used to pass that guy by all the time when I’d walk from work to the Society on lunch but I’d never get anything cause I thought the company might get mad at me (or jealous) for walking in from lunch with a big frozen treat. That made the Orange Freeze so much better. If I’d never been let go I would never have experienced the sheer bliss of it.
Tonight we watched a Friends re-run while we ate dinner and I showed Stef all the research I’d done. Then I continued a film argument with Brenda who, with her opinion on Star Wars, drew me over the edge of my sanity. It was all great fun.
It was all great fun until Mr. Spider showed up.
I gotta go do something to take my mind off of this. Every time I feel an itch on my body I’m convinced the damn thing is on me.
And I itch a lot.