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Thoughtfully synthesizing statistics, dreams, and spiders

As another month draws to a close, I am left wondering why, oh why this particular post has been viewed so many times this month. As of two minutes ago, it has been “viewed” 1,004 times. When I scan down the statistics presented about this site to the key phrases and words used for searching, “spider” is far and away the greatest one that this site is connected with. At one point or another, someone was looking for information about spiders, photos of spiders, ground spiders, pictures of spiders, etc… You get the idea. Spiders. Nine-hundred-thirty-three times. It has to be the time of year. People see their webs, their gorgeous plump orange bodies and want to know if the creature will eat their Yorkshire Terrier. People are curious.

So back to my stats — of course I know that “viewed” doesn’t necessarily mean they’ve actually visited my page. But I have accumulated nearly 2,000 unique visitors this month — nearly 300 more than last month. I’m not sure why. Perhaps people are simply trying to figure out what to do about those short hairs. But if they have viewed that post, I doubt they stopped long enough read what I had written. That’s too bad, because I truly like that post. It’s about dreams. Not spiders. I had recently had a dream about a tarantula, so the post was my attempt to analyze it. The whole experience was rather strange and fascinating. Okay, so it was fun, too. I’ll admit it. And since nearly four months have passed, I’ve decided that it’s a good time to revisit some of what I deciphered about what spiders in dreams mean — and show you my latest photos of my resident orb weaver, Clyde (who is probably a female…), and his – er, her buddies.

Clyde fixing his web for dinner Clyde is pretty busy, isn’t he? Go, Clyde, go.  Go, go, go.

(Clyde appears to be small here…)

With respect to “staying away from an alluring and tempting situation,” clearly that would be blogging. I’m hooked. But it isn’t just about the writing, or the social network that blogging has created for me, there’s a technical side I truly enjoy and want to learn more about. I’m annoyed that lately, I have to put that curiosity aside to be more constructive about the project I’ve been working on which will actually earn money if I ever remember to turn in my time sheets. Every situation is tempting at this point, with the first deadline looming on October 15th and the second November 1st. Laundry is enticing. Toilets aren’t yet tantalizing, however.

…a powerful force protecting [me] against [my] self-destructive behavior” again has to refer to blogging. Exhibit A would be this post. But to be fair, it’s Thursday. I have mentioned before that Thursday is my favorite day of the week and to celebrate that, I’ve instituted for myself Thoughtful Thursday. Ironically, I hadn’t remembered that until just now. That confirms that I’m simply basking in something I’ve always enjoyed, that my spirits are high, and that I’m…well…being thoughtful about what I want to be thoughtful about instead of what I have to be thoughtful about. You know. That project. I’ll get around to it when I’m finished being thoughtful about dreams and spiders.

Small, new spider buddy on the block

(This guy is so much smaller than Clyde. Just wait…)

So what other kind of self-destructive behavior could there be? Hmmm…that isn’t the kind of thing I want to think about right now, but it could be a great discussion for later. Suffice it to say that the topic would include Food + Wine, and no, I’m not talking about the magazine.

Okay, moving right along…Just a note that the spider searchers have already given up on me because I haven’t provided any information about spiders in this post yet. That’s too bad, because I have a huge spider treat saved for later. And yes, it will be just about as Hallo-weenie as I get. Dreams…where was I?

…energetic in my labors and fortune will be amassed…domestic happiness.” I truly can pat myself on my back for being a diligent, avid member of Bloggsville. Hell, I could be mayor. As far as the fortune goes, I believe that’s relative, and that I feel fortunate for what I have. It’s not about the cash — it’s about gratitude. And that extends to domestic bliss as well — um, except for when the Yack Star barfs up her breakfast on the rug immediately after leaving her bowl twice in two days. No, she’s not sick. She has binge and purge problem because she’s a plus size feline. It’s a problem that rates fairly low on the domestic bliss meter.

Clyde’s little brother, Mr. Busy.

(This guy is half the size of Clyde…)

With regard to “an aspect of myself that is vulnerable and helpless…” er, um…I think you know that I’ve really been struggling with some physiological changes that are kicking my butt. I’m about as far from helpless as Bush is from being an elocutionist, but do feel a bit as though I’m just not what or whom I used to be. It’s unsettling, but I refuse to get depressed over it. I’ve got my stuff lined up on the counter, and am trying very hard to stick with it day and night so I don’t end up being helpless from neglect. Sad, but true. Take care of your bodies, or you will regret it.

And finally, “maintain a balance…everything [I] do now is weaving what [I] will encounter in the future.” Yes, I know. As much as I harangue on myself about avoidance and slovenliness, I am a fairly deliberate person. No, an extremely deliberate person. I have fun magnifying my idiosyncrasies because it’s healthy and allows me to examine my faults. Although I’d enjoy sweeping a few of the under the carpet, it wouldn’t be productive. I’d still know they’re there, and at some point would have to deal with them. They sit around in all their glory for me to think about each time one surfaces. The more I work on them, the better the future will be. See how that works? I know. Write a book.

“I am the keeper and writer of my destiny, weaving it like a web by my thoughts, feelings, and actions.” Future, destiny…I was born with a steering wheel in my hands. It doesn’t quite work the way the one in my car works. It’s more of blowing the seeds of a dandelion into the wind and choosing one to follow until it’s time to choose another, and another, and so on…It keeps everything interesting. It’s a bit painful at times because I wait too long to change directions, and then there’s a huge upheaval that affects others in a way that I’d love to avoid. Yes, this is quite nebulous and I realize you are scratching your head about now, but I don’t want my thoughts to drift too far down that path today.
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Clyde the Spider has grown…)

And to get down to the clencher, “enemies are about to overwhelm you with loss…” My immediate reaction in revisiting these words was that I don’t have enemies. Or if I do, I don’t know who they are. (Don’t care who they are if they exist?) And then I read what my original response was — I was so right! Doubting voices, indeed. Especially when I consider the project I’ve been working on. In fact, this morning on my walk, I told my VBF that what I was working on completely sucked. That I’ve worked on the words and they all just sound like jargon — meaningless and inane. But I also know it’s normal and so I just keep plugging along. I’m not enjoying the work, however. News flash. It doesn’t feel as if it belongs to me, and I am very undisciplined in engaging in anything that my heart and soul are not invested in. It’s a problem and I seriously doubt I’ll outgrow it at this point in my life.

No, I’ve just decided to embrace it, fists clenched, teeth bared.

Balls to the wind, as my mother would say.

Which is why I’m being so thoughtful today.

 



9 thoughts on “Thoughtfully synthesizing statistics, dreams, and spiders”

  • Thanks, Beth. I found the whole exercise interesting. It’s always interesting to me that my thoughts and ideas change — as if they didn’t. I know. Snap out of it!

  • Yes, Dave, I was going to mention you in this post since you were on the same line of thought at the time, but since you’ve been on “blog-battical” I thought I’d not draw attention…Glad to have you back in the saddle again.

  • Ahhhhhhhhh!……Ahhhhhhhhhh!…….Ahhhhhh!……Shudder. Great post. I do wish I could view it without the pictures though.
    and this…..
    “and I am very undisciplined in engaging in anything that my heart and soul are not invested in”

    That is me completely.

  • Mel, I know the photos are gross, but aren’t you fascinated anyway? Show them to The Boy. He’ll like them for sure. And I had an idea that you were a heart and soul sort of person.

  • Yeah, spiders…Maybe someday when we aren’t under a full-blown spider infestation here at home I will be able to ponder them philosophically. Right now I am too busy being repulsed by their very appearance, size and sheer numbers! I have never seen so many spiders…a couple days ago I killed 9 in my house in the same day!

    On August 23, I wrote about my feelings concerning spiders on my own blog. I applaud your objective fascination for the creatures. At that time I made the conscious decision to post NO SPIDER PICS because I didn’t want to be repulsed looking at my own blog. At this point the only thing I fear more than dreaming about spiders is the more likely event that I will see them while awake!

  • Gina, I completely understand — they can be very dangerous. I guess the particular variety that Clyde is can pierce skin when they bite. Although they don’t cause the problems other spiders can with bites, they are fairly painful. So I do try to keep that in mind. I won’t be posting more photos of them. I know lots of people are fairly disgusted with them…

  • Kelly:
    I don’t think you have to worry about posting more photos. They are great photos, actually. I bet most people find them fascinating. I just have a thing with spiders. They have waaaay too many eyes and legs to be trusted. If I found Clyde on my patio, I would probably not be able to rest until (s)he was….um….well…..squished. Gag. I know, I’m not very enlightened that way. And did you say…..bite that pierces the skin? ::faint::

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