Today will be in the 80’s with thick humidity. The sky is cloudy but was sunny just a few minutes ago. They, the sun and the clouds, will take turns. I have only one errand, to buy dog food, and my to do list is short, water plants inside and outside. Friday’s uke concert was cancelled so no uke until Monday.

A little while ago I watched a spider hanging on his web in mid air then I saw him scurry up the web to the ceiling. I’m watching to see if he floats back down. He did right in front of the TV. August is spider month in my house. It is when all the babies are born. They are so tiny only their webs give them away. They tend to spin their webs on window sills making them easy to see in the sunlight. Hoardes of spiders live behind things. I saw an entire city of them behind my headboard. I vacuumed them and let them go outside as I tend to leave spiders alone. They eat bugs.

I’m watching another Accra street market video. Each is seemingly the same, but they hold my attention. Women are the sellers in all the markets. They line the streets, sit on their chairs, chit chat and sell about everything. Men walk around selling stuff easily carried like mesh bags. They have them hanging by their handles up and down their arms. I am always amazed at the number of sellers and wonder how any of them make money. I seldom see a buyer.

I loved popsicles when I was a kid. Root beer and cherry were my favorites, but I’d take an orange if I had no choice. When you’re little, the drips as the popsicles melt are inevitable. They go down the sticks, down the hand and down the arm. I remember seeing lines of drips on little kids’ arms. They always licked from the top, bad strategy. When you get older, you know to lick from the bottom. Popsicles melt fast. If you aren’t careful, the bottoms near the sticks fall off. That is the tragedy of a popsicle.

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