Some things I don't understand.
I bought this copper spider and spider web years...and I mean
MANY years....before Jacob showed his interest in collecting
tarantulas. It appealed to me and I'm not sure why.
Actually, I have two.
The other one isn't as coppery cool as this one but, nonetheless,
I willing and gladly purchased it at some art fair.
This one has been hanging in a window on my back porch
for more years than I can remember.
You know how things hang around so long that you don't really
see them anymore? Well, today I really looked at it. And
admired it. And was surprised in a way that I hadn't notice
this phenomenon before. Who started collecting spiders first?
Me or Jacob?
I've never had an urge to own a live spider. I admire the
beauty of some of Jacob's tarantulas. I really do. But I don't
want to hold them and feed them like he does.
But I was surprised at myself. Why had I purchased these so
many years before my Jacob started on his hobby of
tarantula collecting? I wonder if they had some subtle influence
on him as he grew up?
Or had I myself tapped into something that I unconsciously
knew I would respond favorably to in my future and share
with my grandson Jacob?
I stared at his sculpture and tried to understand it.
I tried to analyze why I was drawn enough to it to
pay someone for it and hang it in my window.
I couldn't really pinpoint it exactly.
Why not a frog or a bird?
If I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Until then....well, I guess there are just
some things I don't understand.