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spiders, fax, and soup

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invited back to an old haunt to help capture spiders, as though i would enjoy it and be good at it, an asset to th team. wasn’t as paranoid as usual, and did go to watch, but simply wasn’t interested in being part of th hunt. th porch was cluttered with jars, all with spiders, most of them big. my friend was sitting in th wicker swing at th end of th porch laughing, was playing with a huge spider th size of a hand on his leg. when i came up to chat, th spider jumped at me, was just being friendly but i was more disinterested than before

inside, dark and gloomy. i felt like bernie had become distant, a stranger, but then could hear th sound of his old voice distantly in his new one. th phone rang. viv was clearly annoyed, knowing who it was. bern offered to let her take th call, that he didn’t mind viv becoming familiar with his friend, but viv declined. bern took th incoming fax in the reb’s front room, gave us th pages to read. his friend was writing from montana, very warmly close with bernie but also strangely disconnected by th distance

across th creek i noticed that all th downstream buildings showed signs of fire. i turned to warn of what at first seemed like a blaze building up, but bern shrugged it off with a comment about how they’d made it worse by fighting to keep that single upstream glass building clear of th fire. i turned and saw all th lower buildings had already been burned out and abandoned, could only imagine how th inferno might have been large enough to threaten shady banks

viv was teaching a group of us down by th road through segments in th back of a newspaper, gave us a few more minutes to finish up learning what we were meant to find from a segment of th comics before turning back a page toward th front to have our cooking lesson for th day. was to be soup, each of us to help contribute some of th ingredients or recipe steps. after getting th soup underway, she called for someone to check to be sure it was mixed well throughout. i went to get my camera to take a pic. when nobody else volunteered to do as she’d needed, she herself entered her soup vat, a makeshift affair fashioned from a stairwell along th back creekside of th house. she waded down into th broth until he was completely submerged at the deepest end. if i’d known it would be like that, i would have done that step for her

i slept alone in th back rooms, peacefully in th lower bunk

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Written by macheide

10 June 2008 at 4:04 am

Posted in oneirra


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