
Canto 126 – Enter the Spider
The Black Wolf snuffled along the streets of Kiro, past apartment complexes, Shinto shrines, manga cafes, noodle shops, child-care centers, accounting firms, Zen Gardens, and the once-famous clown college where the zaniest members of the Harlequin Brothers that Gaijin entertainment had once been saturated with.
Phoenix and Rocket Rogers in his conspicuous white cowboy hat followed at a discreet distance.
Finally, they arrived in front of a run-down athletic shoe factory.
“Is this it?” Phoenix asked.
“You don’t remember it?” Rocket asked.
“They obviously moved locations after Alec and Taffy and I became White Spiders. Too risky to keep using a place we could take all of you directly to.”
“How did Alec know where to go, then?”
“Good question. Do you think the rat might’ve been betraying us all along?”
“No. I think it was the helmet.”
“My nose says they are inside this building. Jackie was very afraid when they entered,” said the Black Wolf.
“We are going in, but we will split up inside. Freddy, can you find Alec and Jackie for us? Maybe even set them free if they are imprisoned here?”
“Yes, I can Phoenix-kun.” Phoenix nodded, and the Black Wolf disappeared around the corner, sniffing out a possible entrance for a small black wolf.
“And what’ll we do?” Rocket asked.
“We see if we can locate the Avenger helmet. But carefully so we don’t fall under its spell.”
“Right! We definitely need to find out what that evil thing is up to.”
“It will mostly likely be in Fangwoman’s greedy hands. She is the highest-ranking Black Spider after Jinjiro’s death and Bres’ banishment from the planet. But be warned, she is not the most evil one there. You need to leave Bone Daddy to me.”
“Bone Daddy?”
“He’s a wraith, not a humanoid. His people have see-through flesh that makes them look like walking skeletons when they’re naked. And they can alter their density to be stone hard or phase through solid walls. Oh, and anything in between, so never let a wraith have a chance to grab any of your internal organs by hand.”

Rocket visibly shuddered. Of course, Phoenix knew that Bone Daddy would be the critical fight for him. He would have to beat him in single combat or all the White Spider students would eventually die at his hands, not just Freddy, Rocket, and Phoenix.




































Sick of Being Sick
I woke up late this morning with a headache and my eyes crusted shut. Sick again. Not Covid. My temperature is 37 C. I have no symptoms that correspond. I am suffering instead from allergies. And high blood pressure. And diabetes. And arthritis. As well as psoriasis and COPD. Six of them. Six incurable diseases on top of being a cancer survivor since 1983. Soon I may be facing diabetic depression. It is crucial that I constantly take stock of my health conditions. It is how I have stayed alive for 64 years.
Being unhealthy is really hard work.
The dog and I were talking about it during our limping walk this morning. She’s been suffering too since she found and gobbled my wife’s secret chocolate stash. She nearly destroyed her liver, kidneys, and digestive tract by doing that stupid, greedy act of theft. Now she’s on milk-thistle supplements to keep from dying. At ten years of age, she’s the equivalent of a seventy-year-old woman.
“We have to keep walking on our walks together. Our lives depend on the good effects the exercise has on out hearts,” she says.
“Okay. I agree as long as you don’t make me sniff bird poo the way you do.”
So, we finally have an understanding on that one point.
I need to keep laughing too.
I have been adding a lot of comedies to my Disney+ watchlist. My Netflix watchlist too.
I need to write more too. I haven’t really written anything beyond my daily 500 words more than three times in the last two weeks.
I have novel projects ready to start; The Boy Who Rose on a Golden Wing, There’s Music in the Forest, and Kingdoms Under the Earth.
I have projects still to finish; AeroQuest 4 : The Amazing Aero Brothers. and Hidden Kingdom.
I simply need to re-energize my daily writing habit. I need to write more things that make me laugh again. I need to write a lesser number of things that make me cry as well.
These things all represent my reasons to go on living.
So, I am sick and relegated to my bed again today. The sad thing is, that doesn’t vary much from any regular day during the pandemic. It is hard to stay well. I need to eat very carefully, noting the numbers of carbs and not getting too little of the right kinds of proteins. More peanut-butter sandwiches and chili with beans. Soup is good food. I need to stay warm and keep my psoriasis sores as clean as possible. I need to stay near the airflow of my electric fan to keep me breathing well. I have a new heating pad, inherited from my recently deceased father, and I need to apply heat wisely to my lower back for just the right amount of time. And I must keep fighting to stay alive. My eldest son has threatened to kill me if I die on him before he’s ready to lose me. (I never bothered to ask him how that consequence happens.)
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