Three weeks ago I noticed a tiny (not much bigger than a pinhead) spider suspended from patio chair on my back porch. Anyone who knows me is aware of my terror of that species, but this one was slender-legged (no fur) and minuscule, so I let it be. Almost every day for three weeks, I’ve sat out there a while and watched it floating below that same chair: its home. It’s apparently thriving; today, it’s nearly the size of the tip of my little finger (including its ever-waving legs). While observing, I leaned over and talked to it. You’re getting so big! I cooed like a proud mother. I’m going to have to kill you soon. Apologies to my arachnid-loving and Buddhist friends. Anyhow, that may have been an empty threat, assuming it relocates to another property when it grows larger.
Remember I said that white curly dogs are the hardest things to draw? I’ve changed my mind. It’s black cats. Here’s my attempt at Molly’s sweet old friend.
After two tries at a representation of the other dog that my friend asked for a sketch of, I did this. I have to say, it’s much more fun when the rendering of a subject has to be only representative and not specific. I got it as similar as I could. Hope she liked it.
How is it that every day the dictator-in-chief commits and gets away with yet another outrage? Today his administration is planning to weaken regulations on mercury and other toxic materials from oil- and coal-fired power plants. Two days ago he asserted he had “absolute” and “total” authority and had to be obeyed. I think it’s important to stay abreast of what’s happening, but when this guy (He Who Shall Not Be Named) is so good at commandeering the news spotlight, it’s too painful. No, despite that, I guess I have to keep aware. If we’re not vigilant, who knows what this criminal will do.
Amen, sister!
To my un-educated eye, the nose is just a little too long. Otherwise — it’s
spot on.
you kill that spider that virus might never go away. we’ve got to catch our luck where we find it at this point. and this is me talking, terrified of spiders. i lost a job over that once.
I’m so proud of you, letting the spider live all this long, and learning its ways!
I like your Chessie painting very much.
Is the dog’s name Lulu? At first, I read that line as a direct address to me personally.
Marianna: Indeed, it would be bad karma to kill my little friend. Perhaps if it remains right outside my door, and doubles in size, it would be kind of me to relocate it. [Full-body shudder.] I’d love to hear your story about losing the job over a spider.
Molly Lulu: I know, it’s confusing when you share a name with a dog. And actually, you share a name with two: the one I attempted to draw yesterday, and one of my childhood hounds.
Small: I see your point that my dog’s nose might be too long. But if you compare snout length vs. width, relative to the brow… I’m not so sure. In the photo, part of the dog’s nose is hard to see; it’s wider than it seems. All that said, I did’t capture the pup the way I would have liked.
Tra la la.
I am also known as Lulu so I am proud to join the ranks! Thank you for defending our home so valiantly against the viciously miniscule.