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11.05.2008

Foreshadowing? Michelle Obama's Black Widow Dress

Hello?! ?

Michelle Obama wears a black widow spider dress to her husband's election night speech. Black Widow? Foreshadowing? Am I the only person to wonder about this?

Even though I did not vote for him -- and have many concerns about his beliefs and policies -- for the sake of their daughters, I hope that Obama lives his natural life-span.

And I am trying to take comfort in the fact that it is Obama, not Hillary; I think that at last, we may be done with the Clintons.

:: a year ago today: Doctor Dandy and pumpkin soup

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~Suzanne

4.05.2008

tegenaria agrestis

Remember when we were overrun with hobo spiders? Well here is what we learned.

The massive road widening project 3 country blocks from our home precipitated the migration that we were witnessing. The major excavation is done, so we hope to be through the worst of it.

Vigilantly patrolling areas of sightings with nasty spider poison did help, but we had to spray directly on the critters. At our house they hung around under one window and all around the front door. Fortunately we could check out the exterior doorway from the dining room window. I'm certainly not brave enough to step out of a door and not know where the enemy is.


Any spider bomb type responses would have been a poor choice as they don't harm tegenaria agrestis and they do take out all the other spiders, potential combatants and potential food competition.

When other spiders return, rejoice and leave them be. This is really hard for me, but as long as there is a non-tegenaria agrestis spider living on my front porch, I can be sure that there is not an evil spider, as the evil ones are turfy and would dispatch the competition right away.

For more info on these truly nasty spiders, who -- despite what my Dad would try to tell me -- really do want to bite me, visit the Oregon Department of Agriculture fact sheet on Tegenaria Agrestis.

~Suzanne



8.27.2007

tegenaria agrestis: I hates them

Spiders. Oh how I hates them. Once I got bit by a spider; it was the NW version of Florida's brown recluse: tegenaria agrestis aka hobo spider. It left venom in me that ate my collagen and created what appeared to be a rotting wound. It was very disturbing and I never did fully recover from the psychological horror of having one of these on my body.

The tegenaria agrestis lives in the region in red. They are a
horror, not only because they can make you really ill or even kill you (don't believe me? go read case #3 from the Center for Disease Control), but because they look like this:

Just a wittle spider, you were thinking. I double-dog dare you to click on that spider so that you can see it life-size.

Why are we talking about it today? Because I was cleaning the garden the other day and I picked up a piece of scrap lumber and found a mouse hole under it. Imagine my surprise when the occupant showed up and was not a mouse, just a mouse-sized spider. There were more.

3
more.


and I killed them.

by myself.

Then I went inside and threw up.


~Suzanne

6.01.2007

Friday Poetry: Elsa Beskow

June

First Summer is here,
the lake so mild.
Summer has come
to the water-child.

We'll take the boat
and row to an isle.
We'll bathe in the water,
leave our clothes in a pile.

We'll play at boats,
we'll splash and tease.
The sun is so warm
and so is the breeze.

A June day it is
when all is green.
We'll row through the reeds
and never be seen.

First summer is here,
the lake so mild.
Summer has come
to the water-child.

~Elsa Beskow



Another one from Around the Year: a picture book by Elsa Beskow.


Isn't this a marvelous picture of her reading to the children? Did you notice that the girls are all wearing caps?

We had the joy of The First Swim this week: our first swim of the summer, and my first time swimming with my children. Once we established that we weren't going to drown, we had a joyous happy time which put me in mind of this poem.

Use Mr. Linky to add the link to your Friday Poetry post; be sure to link to your post, not to your whole blog.

Then turn off your computer, put on your swimsuit, and go find your splashy place. If you can, arrange to take a water-child with you.






Welcome June
We are a people ready for sun and light and blooming things. By Sun & Candlelight shares Robert Frost's "A Prayer in Spring" as Sherry at Semicolon posts, along with a gorgeous Klmit print, a hearty endorsement of all things June-ish: Knee-Deep in June by James Witcomb Riley.

CloudsCome at A Wrung Sponge shares three flower-scented haiku of her own making, each accompanied by her well-composed photographs. Becky at Farm School joins the giddiness that the warm weather has brought, posting O Sweet Spontaneous Earth by e. e. cummings.

Gregory K. posts an original as he rejoices in the end of the school year. I too am ready for summer
And days when I’m just lazybones
While eating melty ice cream cones

Children
Anne Levy at Book Buds reviews Poems in Black & White by Kate Miller whilst Susan at Chicken Spaghetti writes an informative post about the picture book "Dinner at the Panda Palace". I especially want to thank Miss Erin for posting At the Zoo by A. A. Milne as it has been too long since I had read it and I feel as if I was just handed a long lost friend, you know, the stuffed sort that a child sleeps with. MsMac adds a fun poem and an invitation to join MotherReader's 48 hour Challenge.

Birthdays
MaryLee celebrates John Masefield's birthday with a gorgeous poem (Sea Fever) and then continues to treat us with some letter poems that her students wrote.

In honor of Walt Whitman's recent birthday, Michele shares a O Captain! My Captain! and A noiseless patient spider and Kelly Fineman shares the A child said What is the grass? passage from Whitman's Song of Myself. I always learn from -- or am reminded of things forgotten by -- Kelly's posts. Thank you.

Interviews
Jules at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast shares an interview with Cecil Castellucci which includes an original Cecil poem. Elaine at Wild Rose Reader interviews Douglas Florian once again. I'm find it hard to describe these interview posts. They are too rich to capture in a word or two. Just go read them.

Housekeeping
Kelly at Big A, little a posts the utterly unpoetic hosting schedule for the month of June. Vivian, the HipWriterMama, is up for next week, June 8th.

Hard to Cubby (or I'm just getting too sleepy)
Bookbk and A Fuse #8 Production take us in a blink from puberty to perimenopause. Elaine at Blue Rose Girls also chose for us THE MONTH OF JUNE: 13 1/2 by Sharon Olds as did Hipwritermama (Vivian). I guess that THE MONTH OF JUNE: 13 1/2 is a poem that just wanted to be read today, appearing as threebie.

Alkelda the Gleeful shares a delicious poem about Caedmon of Whitby; I am consistently charmed and informed by her blog.

Kim from Hiraeth shares a Welsh poem (in both Welsh and English) about Caernarvon Castle. She even includes a pic.

John at The Book Mine Set joins Poetry Friday for the first time with a clever mashup poem of Al Purdy's "At The Quinte Hotel", Robert Frost's "Mending Wall" and e.e. cummings's "next to of course god america i": Border.

Ruth at Inspiring Readers & Writers joins Poetry Friday for the first time, sharing a great classroom poem, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR by Jeff Moss

David Whyte is a new poet for me, and I have Nancy (Journey Woman) to thank for sharing him with us. I also appreciate the links Nancy provided to make sure that I had easy access to more information. Thank you!

NYCTEACHER at Mentor Texts & More posts a useful and timely (for me) reminder about Letting Go.

Liz in Ink gleefully prepares to receive visitors from afar and finds Lucille Clifton's poem sisters just right.

Did you know that L. Frank Baum wrote poems? Somehow I had missed this. Katie at Pixiepalace shares Baum's baseball poem, Two Pictures, wherein he pens the fickle nature of fans.

Eva at Digital Changeling shares an original, which she describes as being one of her "slightly more poem-shaped pieces": Obscurity.

Rosemary at Seasonings of the Heart shares Frank Houghton's Road of My Desire.

Christine at The Simple and the Ordinary posts a swwisshy poem written by her daughter, Pippi and Little Willow charms us with an original and whimsical poem: Paper.

What kind of poetry roundup would this be without Shakespeare? Kimberly at lectitans makes sure we have enough (can we ever really have enough?) with selections from four Shakespearean plays.





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~Suzanne

7.19.2006

ACCKKKK!

I tell you, other than finding a spider on my person, I really can't think of anything less desirable than being dive-bombed by a bat whilst sitting peacefully at my computer. I do confess to thinking that bats are rather cute, but this is just too much.

Have I mentioned what a gentleman I married? At the sound of my squawking he lept from bed and is, at this very moment, gallantly chasing the bat through the house whilst I and the kitties hide in the office.

In other news, the goats have escaped every day this week. The root canal is in the past. We are still waiting for our court date.

Here, for your aesthic enjoyment, is a copy of one of the prints that we are putting in the addition. Yes, I shamelessly lifted this from art.com, but we'll count it as free advertising for them.

Updated at ten to one: Here is some interesting bat trivia. Bats have such sleepy metabolismd that they cannot launch themselves into flight without doing some shivering to warm themselves up. This is very handy to know if your husband gave up on bat removal, trapped the bat in the living room and closed all the doors but the front door, hoping that the bat would find its way out and if said bat decided instead to nap on your curtains. It is amazing how tiny a bat really is. While flapping about my ears he was the size of a chickadee, but with his wings all folded up he was the size of a walnut. Because I knew that he was incapable of launching into motion, I wasn't afraid (okay, I was, but it had to be done) to go pick him up with a towel and return him to the night, where he belongs. He was very cute and small and nervous looking. Shivering even.