...for mail. I received two lovely packages. One I'll let you in on. It was a large box. Inside we found explicit instructions. Beneath that a giant spider.
As the people who attended the winter colony know, I am working on a new project that involves spiders. I took 34 large prints of H's spider photos with me to St. Peter's Abbey and had them spread out in the room while I worked. I read work from the project at the final reading. I've received some thoughtful spider-related gifts from colonists. One left "A Noiseless Patient Spider" by Walt Whitman on my door. Another sent me a musical version of the same poem. And now, thanks to my pop culture mentor, a giant spider sits in my office, staring at me with all eight eyes, as if expecting something.
While reorganizing my office today, I was listening to the cd my pop culture mentor sent me, a superhero mix with every Superman and Spiderman song known to humankind, with a little Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Ninja Turtles thrown in. The cd ends with Rossini's William Tell Overture. Rossini does not impress the cat, but it certainly got me moving. I got tons of work done.