Something Wicked This Way Comes

Sitting at my computer last night, this spider casually strolled up the wall next to me. That isn’t the first time this has happened here. Last fall, one of these startled the bejesus out of David when it climbed up the wall behind his computer monitor. I wasted no time in capturing this one because I’m worried they might be wolf spiders. As I understand it, they have very painful bites; and our cats are quite the curious hunters. The eye placement is closer to that of a wolf spider than that of a grass spider. After snapping a few photos and a short video, I released it about 30 feet from our house hoping it will not return.

Click on any of the images to be redirected to Flickr where you can view the full size images. I uploaded these full-size to help in the identification process.

This crazy spider showed a bit of aggression upon release as it chased me back inside, but not before I warned it of the impending doom that awaited should it return inside my home! It’s an empty threat. I almost always capture and release. The cats, on the other hand, are not so forgiving.

The above photo is simply to show its size in relation to a ruler. It was pretty big! I must be getting used to these spiders because I didn’t even squeal when I saw this one. Creepy as the photos and video might be to some, October is the best month for sharing all things creepy.

On a side note, the title of this post, of course, is inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth. I have watched the play a total of 3 times in the past week and intend to read it for myself in its entirety again. David and I had a wonderful date night on Saturday night, complete with dinner and the final showing of the play at Dogwood Park. While searching for the text of the play online, I happened across director Rupert Goold’s production of Macbeth for the TV series “Great Performances” on PBS online. Starring Sir Patrick Stewart (Star Trek: Next Generation) and Kate Fleetwood, this modern adaptation of the play was positively chilling, a definite must-see for any Shakespeare enthusiasts. However, I’m not sure how long it will be available online for free.


Day 285 Macbeth at Dogwood Park

Have I said lately how much I adore my community? I absolutely love Cookeville because it continuously surprises me with wonderful opportunities for cultural arts and entertainment. Despite the cool temperature – right at 66° when I arrived and 62° as the play ended – I bundled up to go watch a performance of Macbeth tonight at the Dogwood Performance Pavilion in Dogwood Park. The talented actors and actresses gave a marvelous performance! I had forgotten the storyline of this play since I haven’t read it since high school (more than 20 years ago), but I quickly lost myself in the story as the cast so creatively acted out their scenes of this Shakespearean tragedy. I loved it!

For anyone interested in catching this performance directed by Mark Harry Creter, there are still 2 shows left at the Dogwood Performance Pavilion located at 30 East Broad Street, Cookeville, TN, 38501 – October 12 & 13 at 7:00 p.m. And best of all, it’s FREE! Bundle up, bring a lawn chair and blankets, and enjoy. For more information call 931-520-5296 or visit: Shakespeare in the Park.

Thank you so much to everyone involved in putting this event together to enrich our community.

Leisurely Swim

Leisurely Swim

The Phoenix and the Turtle
By: William Shakespeare, 1601

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever’s end,
To this troop come thou not near!

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather’d king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender makest
With the breath thou givest and takest,
‘Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they loved, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
‘Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix’ sight;
Either was the other’s mine.

Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature’s double name
Neither two nor one was called.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded,

That it cried, How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.


Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix’ nest
And the turtle’s loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:
‘Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be:
Beauty brag, but ’tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

Hear My Roar

Hear My Roar

Sonnets XIX:
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws

By: William Shakespeare

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-liv’d Phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:
O, carve not with the hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong
My love shall in my verse ever live young.