Sudden Death: book of the week

Sudden Death This week’s book was Sudden Death by David Rosenfelt. I’m keeping the reading on the light side while I’m taking classes. Between reading for classes and doing homework, Mind-Like-Water is threatening to become Mind-Like-Sieve.

I was attracted to this series for the simple fact that the cover of one of the books featured a dog. I’m a sucker for books with dogs, no matter how slight the reference. In my defense, I checked out reader reviews before actually making a purchase. Even so, I find that I’m guilty of reading this series out of order, having read Dead Center first (which should have followed Sudden Death). I managed to keep track of everything just fine, however.

As with too many mysteries lately, I had the who-dunnit figured about mid-way through, but enjoyed the characters too much to care, Overall, the novel was pretty tightly plotted for what was still a “relaxed” read, with just the right level of humor and cynicism. I think this would make a decent TV series. A kind of Perry Mason meets Eureka, maybe.

Or maybe not.


Poor Possum!

I found a half-drowned baby possum in my yard this morning. I put out a bucket to collect the run-off from the AC unit. I use the water for the flowers bed. Apparently the possum was thirsty, fell in and couldn’t get out. His nose was just barely above water-level and he was the most pathetic sight, once I got over the shock of looking in and seeing him staring up. He’s about toddler-sized. I frequently watch as he and his mom make their way from the field behind out house, down the side yard and out to the front yard where they spend the evening doing God knows what. It’s a good arrangement. I don’t bother them and I make certain the dog keeps her distance and the possums mind their own business, too.

Anyhoo, I got my dog back into the house and went back out, gently laid the bucket on its side and hid around the corner of the house. It took the little thing several full minutes to reorient. He was shaking badly and had difficulty walking, probably worn out from the effort to keep his head above water most of the night. He eventually made his way the short distance to the line of bushes that run along our side fence. It’s well mulched with plenty of shade to hide from the heat and wait for his mom (I hope). I’ll be keeping an eye out for the neighbor’s cats.

Sorry, no pictures. He’d had enough trauma, I think.

Ashley’s Nicholas 1996-2008

We had to put our little Sheltie down this morning. Age had caught up with him and he suffered acute kidney failure despite all efforts to save him.

We’ve been blessed all our lives with some of the best pets we could ever hope to find: good companions all, each with their own marvelous personalities. But I can honestly say, Nicky was the finest dog we have ever had the privilege to know.

He was a true gentleman, fiercely protective but never unkind; responsive and accepting, never demanding, forever sympathetic to what was surely the bewildering drama of our lives and those of the other pets he lived with.

He will be deeply and truly missed.


“I miss the wagging little tail;
I miss the plaintive, pleading wail;
I miss the wistful loving glance;
I miss the circling welcome dance.”
– Henry Willet