she swallowed a fly...

I don't know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die.

Do you remember that song? I do. I had the book (I think it was a music book so I could play it on the piano). If you remember it, you'll recall that she swallows bigger and bigger animals until she gets to a horse.

Now, why anyone swallows a whole horse is beyond me. The song is silly and I think that is the point. And it's probably some proverb... or clever way to teach music.

At any rate, I can really relate to her swallowing a fly.

I swallowed two on my run yesterday.

And that is what I thought of, there was an old lady who swallowed a fly.

I know don't know why she swallowed the fly, but I do know why I swallowed the fly.

Because I can't run with my mouth closed (I didn't feel like trying to rhyme that, let me know if you come up with something).

I don't run with it hanging open. but I do enjoy that whole breathing thing. It's sort of necessary, especially if you're running.

If you run and you know how to do it without swallowing flies, can you let me know the trick please?

Thanks.

In the meantime, I'll try not to swallow anything other than a spider that will wiggle and jiggle and tickle inside me/her.

We're not Motel 6

They're ba-aaaack.

The spiders. They've moved in. They're everywhere. I don't like it.

It's that time of year where it's rainy, and now a little cooler again, outside. So the spiders get together and decide that the best place to relocate to is inside. My house. Your house. They don't discriminate.

Last week there was one in the shower.

Of course if you had heard me scream, you would have thought there was an ax murderer. That's the type of scream that came from within me. Fortunately, Bill knows better. That, and our house is not made for sneaking around. The stairs squeak, the floors creak, the faucets leak, and the doors finally close like normal.

I had you going there, didn't I? Now that the layers of paint have been removed from the doors, they actually close. No sticking, forcing or not-closing-all-the-way. It's grand.

But the spiders don't care.

They can sneak up on you. In the shower, in the hall, in the kitchen, on the wall.

Did I mention that one of my students was in Seussical Jr.?

Because of the spiders, I have to repaint my ceilings. Maybe I should try cleaning the spider guts off first.

Anyway, it's that time of year. The windows are open. And to spiders, that's like leaving the light on.