I don’t like spiders. I’m racking up no phobia here, but I could live without those critters. When I stepped out of the shower, I happened to look up and saw something on the ceiling. We have tall ceilings, so there was no way I could identify what it was without glasses. Meanwhile, I would stay out from under it.

That gave time for introspection and a little philosophy. The reason I won’t sit under the pergola, topped with the wicked wisteria, is that you never know what might drop down from above. There is no telling what all could be living in those leaves. I brought the focus back to the bathroom. Do I want that brown spot to be a spider or a blemish on the ceiling? If paint had peeled or a nail come loose, wouldn’t it be better to wish for a spider? A spot would bother John, and fixing it would require ladders, tools, and paint. Project Repair could take months and involve real cleaning. I surprised myself and voted for the spider! It won’t stay there forever, and if I don’t hit it, it won’t leave a lasting mark.

When I put my glasses on, I found the brown spot was a little flying insect, not a dreaded spider. It will be gone by the time we come home from church.