I just had a dreadful, horrible, heart-stopping experience and I'm still shaking. When I walked into the study just now, I found an huge, enormous, gigantic spider sitting there under the chair just looking at me. Tried to get it with a magazine, it skittered away--and this thing was fast!--behind the bookcase. I got the Raid, sprayed into the gap, and fervently HOPE I got him. I HATE THOSE THINGS!
However--living here in the woods, more or less, guess we have to share space with them.
Enjoyed seeing Mary Jane H. yesterday. We were going to meet at Panini Bay, but she called me to say she was there (early) and it was closed. Changed it to Debra's Dreamboat (or something) at the Tuckerton Emporium. We both had the crab cake platter, which Debra herself recommended as appropriate for Weight Watchers: Excellent, no-filler crab cakes, arugala salad, and steamed vegetables.
Mary Jane and I hadn't seen each other for a year or so, but easily fell back into the roles of women who have a lot in common in the husband/children and "moved to Ocean County" sense. We stayed talking at the restaurant until almost 2:00, then she came over to the house and we did the same until she left after 4:00.
We go up to Fort Dix today at 1:00 to see Pat's primary for no reason whatever; nothing is new and Dr. S. won't do anything but go through the motiions. It's okay, though, because it's a nice day for a drive...
A nice day?! That's what revives the spiders around here, ugh, ugh, ugh! Okay, my Raid's handy, right on the desk, and I'm ready for um! However--if I don't post tomorrow, you know I was too slow with the spray and they got me...