What's wrong with this picture?
It's a great chair. I curl up in in to read, and to watch TV with my dearly beloved. This weekend was cold and rainy, so the girls were doing papers for college, while Ryan read the last of his summer reading list - Don Quixote (the others being The Life of Pi, The Count of Monte Cristo, Le Morte D'Artur and The Good Earth). Mark's friend next door was assigned to read Blood on the Moon: The Story of the Assassination of Abraham Lincoln, and Mark wanted to read it, too, so I bought it. (This was a terrible book to assign to 7th graders. It's rather dry even for an adult, and very long. What was that teacher thinking?). So, while I had company for my reading, I missed the furry fellow who's been curled up beside or in front of this chair for a decade now.
I read, anyway.
THE BIG SLEEP
by Raymond Chandler
Philip Marlowe is a detective in Los Angeles in the 1930s. Hired by the very wealthy General Sternwood to investigate a blackmail letter regarding one of the General's daughters, Marlowe finds himself looking into a book dealer whose real business is renting "dirty" books, which leads to murder, gambling and speakeasies, ultimately tied to a mobster. At only about 200 pages, this book was a quick and entertaining read. Adding to the entertainment value, at least for me, is that the book did have characters making a few politically incorrect characterizations regarding hypothetical people. This is another from my set of red and blue mystery books, which were a wonderful find from one of my library book sales.
Last, but certainly not least, I really want to thank all of you for your expressions of sympathy regarding our loss of Thor. I am touched that so many of you loved him from afar. And a special thanks goes to those of you who checked in with me afterward to see how we're faring. It hasn't been easy, and, truthfully, I'm glad the weekend was a washout. I think we'd all have been too sad roasting marshmallows without our giant friend looking for his share.