I used to be very afraid of spiders, but they're so ubiquitous I got over it. There's a particular stupid spider who tries nearly every day to string web across the narrow gap I run through to fork hay. Every day, I wipe it out, and most days, it's back again. The door to the room where I sleep (which is outside) has a very large, new spiderweb spanning one upper corner. I duck to go in so as not to get a face full. The resident is often there, and it's a big, interesting-looking one.
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I am making myself a sweater, and I am itching to finish it soon as it's getting cold. It is black-ish, with random silvering, because it is undyed wool off a black-ish, silvering sheep. It's completely handmade by me, from the knitting back through the spinning and plying of the yarn, the combing, the washing, and the shearing of the wool, and the raising of the sheep... and the selective breeding of her bloodline back four generations.
