The spiders are back. That may sound like the come-on for a cheesy science fiction movie, but it isn’t. Webs are everywhere, between fronds on plants, on furniture, especially between chair legs, and even in the corners of the stairs. I clear them every time I go upstairs, but that is a useless task, a task more for Sisyphus. This happens every August, but I forget and am both surprised and annoyed when the webs appear. I think of Charlotte and her webs, but my spiders are not clever. I think they are illiterate. They are Miss Havisham spiders.

Last night was strange. The dogs were out a long time. That is never good. I called and Henry came, no Nala. I waited then decided to check on her so I grabbed a sweatshirt as it was cold and my flashlight. Once I was in the yard, she came running and was panting and jumping, excited. I figured she’d found a critter. I grabbed her and she shook me off. I got the leash and was able to catch her and leash her. About an hour later, I thought it was safe so I let them out just before bedtime. Nala didn’t come when I called. I went back into the yard then I heard her on the deck and leashed her again. This morning she went right to the same spot. Nothing was there.

When I was a kid, our boxer Duke wandered everywhere in the days before leash laws. He was fearless, and he was stubborn. One time a neighbor called and begged for help. Duke and his son Sam were around the doors of her house, and she couldn’t get out. They’d run to the door trying to get in when she tried to get out. Her dog was in heat and they knew it. My father went and got them. He was not happy and neither were the dogs.

If we had a barbecue when I was young, it was always hot dogs and hamburgers. My mother also cooked corn and made potato salad and peppers and eggs and served chips in the tulip bowl. For dessert it was always watermelon. My father cooked. Toward the end he’d ask who wanted a cheeseburger then he’d add yellow squares of American cheese to the burger. He also toasted the buns.

When we were older, barbecues were a bit more sophisticated. My mother still made potato salad and maybe peppers and eggs, but we never had hot dogs and hamburgers. We had steak tips and sausages, Chinese and Italian, sometimes chicken, ribs or kielbasa. We’d all sit around the kitchen table to eat. I loved sitting around that table and eating supper with my family.

Today the high will be 79°, somehow that sounds so much better than 80°. It will be partly cloudy. I still wonder why it is never partly sunny.

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