I really wanted things to be tidy and structured.
Because this blog is archival. It is something that we will someday print up and look at once in a while, and review our lives in neat, chronological order. And I'm still chronicling the summer.
But life doesn't always happen that way.
Sometimes life just overwhelms time and chronology and neatness and order.
Especially when it is tarantula season. Because that is just TOO good to miss!
Now, tarantulas, they DO have a sense of time. Every fall, they come out of their hidey holes, looking for a mate.
And MY mate loves to investigate and play with them.
And he is passing that little trick along. At least to Mae. Abigail wants nothing to do with it.
Yep, that little nut didn't fall far from the tree.
Happy Autumnal Equinox!