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My Dream Killer Had Eight Legs
We were eight feet away from living in Paradise
In 2000, my husband and I vacationed in Maui for ten days. I fell in love with the island, people, and lifestyle. There were purple mountains on the right and the crystal blue Pacific Ocean on the left. My husband got used to me shouting, “Stop the car!” to take photos
We shopped at every thrift store we found. We bought a used trunk at one of the shops to bring all the used t-shirts and polo shirts home.
One of our favorite spots was the Bad Ass Coffee Company. We went there every afternoon. John played his guitar outside on the deck while I walked to shops and looked around.
During our fifth day, I started thinking how wonderful it would be to move and live in one of the small towns on the island after I retired. Sure, it was expensive, but it was….PARADISE!
My dreams were dashed that day. We stopped at another yard sale. John thought it would be fun to see what else we could find. The sidewalk that led to the sellers’ yard was tree-lined with low-hanging branches.
I met the Dream Killer.
A spider was hidden in the branches. When we got closer, it jumped off its web. That spider was as big as my fist! Maybe I was too close to its web. Whatever…
