Labor Day is gone. It went out with a bang, really. It washed out a couple of events, made the village a mess and kept going on until six this morning.
The power was off for several hours and my computer, bless its little hard drive, went on battery power allowing me to read for entertainment, rather than sleeping through the noise and light displays.
The pet spider sensed the changing weather patterns, re-arranged its web and then moved up the web to a sheltered spot just beneath an electrical cable. There it made a thumb sized light brown sack and is now remaining motionless beneath the sack, upright, as opposed to its normal hunting stance of head down, guarding the fruit of its spinning.
I;m un-certain of its gender – do males make egg sacks – and will continue to watch this creature while sweeping away all other webs that have inundated the kitchen cabinets and the workshop. A banner year for these things.
I’ve an appointment in Wichita tomorrow and called Housekeeper. She indicated she wouldn’t be coming then, this week. That means the Housekeeper update witll have to wait until she decides to grace the hovel with charm and bad language.
What may I say. She will be missed? Umph. Only if one is looking.
It will save me money, however.
From the reaches,