Last summer I followed the activities of Sid the Streeterville Spider and his friends from late July until late October, when the window washers ended their residency on our windows. This year I have been lamenting the absence of spiders, even though our neighbors have had their fair share. In the back of my mind I was picturing Sid or Sally or even Saul organizing a boycott because of my unauthorized use of their names and activities in my blog. Don't laugh - these guys are real to me.
Saturday, September 11, I sat on our deck in the sun looking at the eerily empty lake just as I had 10 years prior when only the Coast Guard boats were out. Helicopters buzzed in and out of my sight line and disturbed the wonderfully silent landscape. I was determined to avoid all media coverage of the endless 9/11 tributes all over the country. I buried my head in my book and stayed outside until the sun left the deck to hide behind the Hancock.
At some point during the game I glanced out the window at the ever annoying helicopter and I almost jumped out of my seat. If you were there you could have seen the OMG in a bubble over my head.
In case you missed the Sid The Streeterville Saga, here are the links.
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