Meghan noticed this huge (giant!) spider on the garage deck this morning so I had to get some pictures of it. I don't mind spiders too much, but it was creepy (no pun intended) to put my camera and hand so close to such a large spider. I kept thinking it would jump on me. The web is at least two feet across, maybe larger.

This is my new favorite picture, I hope you can see why. Meghan found an antique little hat at the Milford antique store last weekend. Something old for the wedding, perhaps?

Who the hell buys a giant old fiberglass "moose" (and for what purpose?) ... and then tries to sell it at a garage sale for $180?
Wait, though. Who also buys a giant fiberglass "mosquito" and does the same? And what was with the hundreds of pairs of old rental roller skates?
I seriously wonder what the mental justifications were...

"The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep."
- Jacques Maritain

Meghan, poet, asleep.