What Does This Mean?

Tonight I went to my friend's blog and found THIS POST.

In Missy's post she tells about her dissatisfaction with where the lived and how a turtle crossing the road made her happy and triggered renewed feelings of satisfaction with where she lived.

So here's my comparison for you.

Because of how vertical our house is (three floors with high ceilings makes for a lot of stairs), we spent most of the last year contemplating a move to something that would be a little easier on my knees. We found a few things we liked a lot, but even though we tried hard to get them, they slipped through our fingers.

I like where we live--beautiful views, mountains out my back door, nice neighbors and a location right between my two college students' universities--but because I was excited about a couple of the places we found and the prospect of less stairs, I was ready to move.

So when nothing worked out, I realized I had to adjust my thinking and learn to be satisfied with where we are, in spite of all the stairs. I had to give myself a pep talk to be okay with all the stairs I'll have to climb over the next few years. (We'd decided if nothing worked out this summer, we'd stay put for awhile because of the timing with kids and school.)

Well, Friday morning, as I left with Bruce and Mehmet to go visit my family, I saw something in the road.

"Did you guys see that?" I asked. Neither of them had seen it, so I turned the car around and we drove back to see this.
It's hard to see in this picture, but it was huge. Seriously big. Big enough that I saw it as I drove.

I'm not a fan of spiders of any kind, but one that's as big as my hand? Huh uh. No thank you.

Bruce and Mehmet got out and took a couple of pictures and then got back in the car. I was sort of afraid it might get squashed. I don't think I wanted that to happen since it was minding it's own business, but on the other hand... well... it's a big, freaking spider within easy walking distance of my house, so... I'm conflicted.

The spider was spared because a woman that might be part spider saint part crazy lunatic stopped in the middle of the road, hopped out and with just a thin napkin between her fingers and the tarantula, lifted it to safety. Good news for the spider.

But if a turtle made Missy happy to stay where she lives, how is a big, hairy, sickening spider supposed to make me feel?

3 comments:

missy said...

Well, obviously this means you are supposed to move to Small Town, Illinois and be my neighbor! Yay!! :)

Kristi said...

Bleh!
I would move...although spiders are everywhere.
My friend had a tarantula in her basement in Centerville.
When they are that big they no longer can be classified in size as a bug. That thing is a rodent!

Taylor Dean said...

Someone told me once that the Fall is mating season for tarantulas and that's why you see them crossing roads. There's one road where I live where you can always see them this time of year. Yuck! Makes me shiver just thinking about it. If I ever saw one in my house, you'd hear me scream from miles away. Seriously.
Definitely reason to move!!