Spijder's Weavings

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Bay No to Catnip! #CatsandDogs Phoebe apparently upset about Gordon's catnip habit.

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Beans! A double idle distraction with both the most recent photo of Phoebe the Freckled Beagle, and a 'barrel of beans' (and sprouts of both tomato and cucumber) which is my current indoor veggie gardening project.  I need to perfect the art of mini-trellis construction.

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gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

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...and this made me cry.  It is good.

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During summer heat waves keep yourself and your dog hydrated. It's fun with ice cubes!  ..or how to perk up a puppy on a hot day.  Keeping pets hydrated on hot days can be confusing, since one often wonders 'is puppy just not thirsty or have they become too lethargic to get up and walk to their water bowl mere feet away?' Especially on those days when you feel that effect upon yourself.

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Cats and dogs do get along, for a moment or two anyway. Apparently Gordon was not in the mood for more than a little bit of hanging out with Phoebe.

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Blood Like Water: chapter 2

"..noisy enough to keep a whole herd of insomniacs awake." "I think you mean narcoleptics."

For just a moment they watched their son run down the steps of the porch outside. Exuberantly he ran down the steps of the porch stuffed ‘Don’ monster flying behind then forward with the fling of tight-clutched hand that never let go. Then Ben turned to look at his wife while she plucked her mask off the wall. He reached for his own hung beside it and they both paused just inside the door for…

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In memoriam to a squeaky toy that ceased to exist not long after this video was taken. It was once upon a time when it was once squeaky toy time.  The squeaky toy (and many others since) are no more.

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One Fine Mourning: chapter 3

Third part of One Fine Mourning up and ready and a little bit bizarre.

“Who’s that guy?” “Hmm?” Pamela looked up from her jumble to glance over at David as the child looked out the window. His little face pressed up against the cool glass to squish his nose into a vaguely piggish shape. “What guy?” she asked. A face-shaped smudge remained on the window as David drew his head back to look at her. “That one on the street” adding a fingertip-shaped smudge to the window…

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Blood Like Water: chapter 1

Meet Marty in Blood Like Water: chapter 1

“No! It’s a stupid hat!” the little boy complained tugging the hat off his head with a determined fist. Hair so recently brushed stood in a flurry at most of the known angles with faint crackling static. “Well now it’s a sad hat since it heard you call it stupid” his father said glancing over while one hand brought cup of coffee to his mouth. Mid-sip his other hand caught the offending hat just…

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There is no hope to keep the dog off the couch when you let the cat raise her. We thought we had gotten a puppy, that we would raise (okay train) said puppy.  Then came that magical day when we realized she would be raised instead by the cat.

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Signs of the Times

The delusional paranoia of the woman next door strikes again.

As of sometime this afternoon between the last time I walked into my kitchen and the most recent, this is now the view. The ‘No Trespassing’ signs aimed directly at our yard from our most likely paranoid and delusional neighbor now number four (two off-screen and usually hidden from view by my car anyway).  Now this hasn’t been too much of a problem as we have almost settled into just ignoring…

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Raise a Glass

Raise a Glass for the reminiscence of the aged.

As Mother Lorin left the grandchildren safe and asleep in their room, Erix was there and he asked “so they’re alright?” gray bearded chin nodded toward the door now closed.   He turned to walk with her down the corridor whose chill came directly from dark stone bare between tapestry and drape.   His pace was slowed by more than one old injury and the arthritic back which had finally kept him from…

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Opposite Day

There's more than meets the eye to Opposite Day, especially in the world of Whirling Point.

Peeking around the edge of the door half hid, Char watched her mother swing around the pole in the middle of the room she used for more than just practicing. The blonde woman moved almost too slowly the circular path, fingertips alone just barely kept her posture from crumbling into a fall upon the shining floor. Both that and the music, slow and haunting, made the little girl think that her…

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Chew.. chew.. mess. Just a beagle and some cardboard. Sometimes all it takes is the end of the toilet paper roll.

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Mother Lorin's Bedtime Story

Snuggle up and enjoy Mother Lorin's Bedime Story, the first of the Thrice Cursed tales

Gone were the days of desperation and times of being reviled, yet still they were feared for they were fearsome.  The king had seen this and sought them out, hunted and harried them.  As a pack they had run, over barren hills and through wooded wastelands that were all they knew, what they belonged to alone.  As a pack they had been cornered, captured and expecting only fire, pain and death. …

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One Fine Mourning: chapter 2

Heading a bit more back toward back on track with Whirling Point's One Fine Mourning chapter 2

They didn’t talk about it. They didn’t talk at all. Not even when she came to bail him out. She hadn’t spoken a word to him, not a single word since “I’ll be right there Ben.” All the while that he had been sitting and waiting in the jail cell with ink staining his fingers, he had weighed his regret. He wouldn’t have regretted punching Evan for what he had or been about to say, if only it didn’t…

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Just a screen door away. Phoebe wants outside when outside is clearly not available.