Endless Ends

This rural living will be the death of me.


Late, so rounding up a couple of last minute chores. Tossed a load of mucky work clothes in the washer, remembered there were a pair of jeans on the porch, dashed out and grabbed them.

As I walked through the laundry room, something caught the edge of my vision, followed by a thunk noise.

All my Endless, "Oh, crap!" bells went off.

I, most trepidatiously, begin to poke around. Looked up. A wren sat on high shelf, staring at me.

Now, if there is one thing I excel at, it's hysterical panic when wildlife finds its way inside. I will allow a you a few minutes to imagine the scene.

(Whatever you were thinking, let me assure you it was worse. 😬)

An extra large paper bag was called into play and bird was eventually relocated to outside.


The bird and I are both planning visits to our therapist.
I really wish I could have been a fly on the wall for this 🤭

A bat flew into my friend’s house a couple of years ago and she just sent her husband a text that said her keys were in the mailbox, she was at her mom’s, and the bat could have the house 😂
 
I really wish I could have been a fly on the wall for this 🤭

A bat flew into my friend’s house a couple of years ago and she just sent her husband a text that said her keys were in the mailbox, she was at her mom’s, and the bat could have the house 😂
Let me assure you, if it hadn't been 11:00 at night and the nearest relative's house nearly two hours away, I would have been out of there. 😂
 
Out of all the animals it could have been, this one seems preferable, no?
Well, I mean, sure. It certainly beats the mouse or small rat I was thinking had snuggled up in my jeans for the night.

What is it about these incidents in the dead of night? If it had happened during the day it wouldn't have been nearly as terrifying. 🤣
 
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Pretty sure he did because a tiny bunny and his mom were spotted numerous times over the next few weeks in my yard 💕

He was much less tiny by the end of the summer.
That’s great! I thought it just happened. I was wondering because it is a little early for that. I had a baby show up at my house last spring. It lives under my porch. Say it again yesterday :)
 
You know what would be nice? A new adaption of the Lord Petter Wimsey and Harriet Vane novels.

The three with Edward Petherbridge and Harriet Walters as the primary characters was very well done, but it was made in 1987. Something a little more modern would not come amiss. 🤔
 
You know what would be nice? A new adaption of the Lord Petter Wimsey and Harriet Vane novels.

The three with Edward Petherbridge and Harriet Walters as the primary characters was very well done, but it was made in 1987. Something a little more modern would not come amiss. 🤔
1987 is modern. Stop this millennial nonsense at once.

The problem for me with that adaptation is Gaudy Night. It's clearly a book DLS felt she needed to write for her own reasons, and of course it brings the romance between Harriet and Peter to a conclusion. I've just never felt it was much cop as a crime novel. It's such a let-down after Have His Carcase. Just me?
 
1987 is modern. Stop this millennial nonsense at once.
Millennial nonsense?! It's nearly forty years old! 🤣

To my taste, Have His Carcase is the best of those four as a crime novel. Tightly plotted, great characters, ingenious story line, all while still deepening the connection between H and P in a satisfactory fashion.

Busman's Honeymoon has some of my favorite characters ever. (Mrs. Twitterton, alone. 😝) The way DLS ties the continuing domestic upheaval and resulting frustrations into the storyline amuses me no end, and the humanization of Bunter is a treat. The epistolary start is a winner, too!

Strong Poison seems a little weaker in the writing. Perhaps because it's the first and Sayers is still finding her feet with that storyline. Or it may be that wrongly accused courtroom drama is not my favorite view, but the telling does not feel as crisp and the story seems to drag. (That may just be me.)

Gaudy Night? The immersion into the cloistered ivory tower is lovely. The conclusion of the five-year romance, satisfactory. Those take precedence over the crime, which is . . . different. I quite realize it was written in 1935, but the denouement speech from the perpetrator . . . grates my feminist brain a little. But the biggest problem with GN?

THERE IS NO MURDER

Call me a purist, but when I pick up a mystery from a murder mystery writer I expect a murder. Unreasonable? I think not. 🤷‍♀️
 
I had to meet someone today for an exchange.

A Buc-ee's was chosen as the midpoint. Those complexes are monstrous, and busy, generally speaking. (Think 262 gas pumps, so you can imagine the store interior.) Today, it was over-the-top insane. Spring break is both starting and rounding up for most districts, and it's rodeo time of year in Houston.

It's rare that I enter one of those monstrosities. They're like a cross between a fast food emporium and an extra crowded Walmart. Today, however, a certain call of natured prevailed. 😬

Whoa. The attire for visiting a Bus-ee's on the weekend:

-A man in something similar to a flamingo dance costume, only the sleeves were colorfully quilted rather than ruffled. (The pants matched in that one leg was quilted. The rest of the outfit white.)

-A woman in . . . what looked like furry hot pants? Surely not? 😳

-Three goth girls (this one's for you @Lord Pmann), all shaped like beach balls and trailing a lone goth guy carrying - the mind boggles - a fishing pole.

-A slender woman in five-inch lucite heels and a skort.

Between the noise and the visuals my brain shut down about then and refused to take in any more data.

I am home now.

Where the only thing assaulting my senses is the wildlife.
 
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