Fly on the Wall is a monthly challenge that I share with my blogging sisters, Karen and Marcia (and this time, Sarah!) where we invite people into our lives and recap the activities and/or thoughts of our past month.
This is a wee glimpse into mine...
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| Okay, I tried to find the cutest one I could. It still makes me shiver. Sigh. |
The
fact that spiders and I aren’t friends won’t come as a surprise to many of you.
Further,
the statement ‘Spiders and I exist best when on different time continuums’ will
also strike a familiar chord.
But
still, I’m bothered by what follows…
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The eensy weensy* spider
climbed up the waterspout. On with the poem… Down came the rain Still
good. I like rain. And washed the spider out. Uh-oh. Here’s where the poem and I begin to come to odds. I mean, I can
totally sympathize with someone being washed out of their homes. Even spiders. Ahem… Out came the sun I like
sun, too. Sun soaked=Warm. Glorious. Happy. Who’s with me? And dried up all the rain Okay. A
normal and natural consequence. I use this principal of nature every day for
drying laundry. True story. And the eensie weensie spider
climbed up the spout again.
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Because
how many of us would simply dust (or dry) themselves off and start in again?
Believe
me, there would be a lot of ‘what-if(s)’ and ‘but last time(s)’ rolling around
in my noggin. And it would take a lot more than a brightly shining,
sun-er-ific day to get me to start that arduous journey once more.
And—I’m
assuming here—but what if during that whole ‘up the waterspout’ thing, little Ms.
(or Mr.) Spider had also constructed a home of fine filaments that took many ‘spider
hours’ to construct. So, in truth, not only was he (or she) washed out, but
also his home and belongings were now somewhere out of Waterspout Falls (not a
tourist hot spot) and up Waterspout Creek.
Without
a paddle.
So
that whole ‘up the waterspout’ thing becomes much more of a ‘starting over from
scratch’ affair than simply climbing and re-climbing.
I
suddenly find myself in awe of such unwavering resolve and resolution. And
hope.
In
truth, this poem becomes much more a statement toward keeping up one’s courage
than of a little spider climbing again and again (you have no idea how many repeats
my kids could happily sing) the same steep slope.
So
to all those determined and courageous spiders out there in the world…I salute you!
And
now for the ‘silly’ in all of us, my second son’s version of Eensy Weensy. Sung
endlessly (with appropriate hand gestures) to all of his kids when they were
toddlers.
The
eensie weensie parasite crawled up the chi-ld’s back.
Down
came the rain and washed it down the crack.
Out
came the sun and dried up all the rain…
And
the eensie weensie parasite crawled up and ate his brain!
You
can now picture the resultant squeals of laughter.
*See also "Incy Wincy”
Spider. Or “Itsy Bitsy”. I’m assuming they all mean the same thing…
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