Who, What, When, Where, How & Why
/
sat all day and watched a spider... after I wrecked her web. I didn't know the web was there until I wiped it from my hair. (Sometimes 2022)
Comments are closed.
Stories, Prompts, and Musings
British Wildlife & Photography
Who, What, When, Where, How & Why
Life in the mountains
a gallery of playful photo art
Travel snapshots from Toonsarah
By Sandra Js Photography - Make the rest of your life the best of your life.
real life with a side of snark
Adventures and Postcards from the road
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Writer
Sarah Cryer Beadwork
Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald
Adapting to difference, staying the same person...either side of the Channel and now the Atlantic
Experiences of a common man!
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
Psychotherapy; Autism, Anxiety and Wellbeing
LESBIAN SF & FANTASY WRITER, & ADVENTURER
When your relationship with a spouse, partner, friend, family member, and/or child becomes your focus rather than your relationship with yourself, seek Attention Anonymous and learn from others who struggle to set boundaries and desire to maintain stability.
Cogito Ergo Sum
Poetry, Prose, and Challenges
I have a hyperactive imagination.Welcome to my world. You can get here by way of Astoria Blvd.,Sunrise Hwy or Wyoming Avenue~
Myriad memories frozen in time
Politics in the Real World. This blog is about facts, the truth, and justice
Award-winning, dream-protecting author
Discover about 3D Printing
"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?
The best of the literary web
an open source architectural beadwork project from Kate McKinnon and a worldwide team of innovators
Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born
From soul to soul
Books, Music, Movies, Collectibles and Culture
"Never forget it is real people who live out such tales and bear the price of the telling, in grief and guilt and sorrow". -Jacqueline Carey
Uncovering the mainstream media lies
Uncensored updates on world events, economics, the environment and medicine
Home of the Airship Wars
Writing about living in two places (and times)
SOMETIMES 
It was a very lovely poem, and I am happy that the spider webs didn’t get on me.
LikeLike
thanks JIm. My first poem in a long time. Spiders’ eyes are apparently bigger than their stomachs, some of their webs are obviously designed and intended for giant rewards…and all they get is a little bug of some kind. 🙂
LikeLike
I’ll bet the spider is glad she didn’t get on you, too. 😉
LikeLike
-grin- you are too nice! I’d be running up and down screaming. 😉
LikeLike
It was just the sticky web. Had the spider actually gotten onto me I would have been a screaming mimi. I admire spider webs, but not their makers crawling on me! I always check that she is still there when I walk into a web. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
lmao! Thank you, I feel better now. 😀
LikeLike
You should have seen my reaction to the mouse that my Dottie brought in and left for dead, and when I carefully picked it up to toss it outside it came awake and looked at me…we both screamed bloody murder. lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
when I run into a web I always check to make sure that the spider herself is still on the remains so I don’t get any surprises. I like to try to capture web photos, the light and background has to be just right to even see them, near invisible sticky things that they are.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Webs are beautiful in the right light, and maybe with tiny drops of dew to make them glitter.
LikeLike
I think so, too. It took some work to obtain really full photos of webs, though. They are all but invisible, and have caught me more than once.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A challenge indeed. 😀 One I’ll leave to you! lol
LikeLike
I’m so scattered right now that I’m finally almost overwhelmed. I admire spiders, they are really one of the wonders of nature weaving their intricate webs.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Why? You’re not sick are you? Or just too much to do?
LikeLike
No, I’m not sick…just whelmed… not quite over-whelmed. Even my jokes lack luster. I really need to send you that long email I’ve been thinking about. I think its partly my recent birthday a couple of weeks ago. 88 and counting. I have so much going on, work etc., and all I do is sit around and shoot bubbles (bubble games) and maintain my “tRump-watch.” Did you over there down under happen to see where the FBI searched tRump’s Florida house? Hopefully “they” are about to lower the boom on him. Ha, we should only dream…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh! happy birthday, Patricia!!!!! I do understand the birthday blues, especially now when everything seems to be going to hell in a handbasket. And yes, we did get the news about the FBI raid. Fingers and toes crossed. 🙂
LikeLike
If they would have listened to me before tRump got elected, it would have saved a LOT of grief. The reason the R’s are so panicky now is that they are stuck in t’s orbit so bad that they will never get out. He is like a spider, wraps his sticky web around his people. Many of them stand to lose their butts by implication.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m praying for something, anything to stop him from being able to nominate again. 😦
LikeLike
both my SIL, and my late-BFF Dorothy, had the perfect solution…the only one, in truth. Our country truly will never recover from tRumpISM. Attacking the FBI can only lead to disaster. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person