I just finished “A Spool of Blue Thread” by Anne Tyler. I have read several Anne Tyler titles and have had the same reaction to each of them. As I am reading I am thinking how tedious and mundane the story is. It is compelling enough to keep me reading but I am struck as how the story is so ordinary.
And then it ends and I am sorry because I am struck about how powerful the story really was. This was the case with this book as well.
It is the story of the Whitshank family—Red and Abby and their four children. The story travels back to the story of the previous generation as well. It is the story of everyday life and death, coming of age, secrets—the stuff of life.
My little book buddy is a little bear called Flags.
The day of the funeral for Snowball there was much concern around her actual demise. In explanation, she didn't look deceased in that way that hamsters do. So, after much deliberation amongst us adults, the decision was made to wait another day to see if possibly she was hibernating. She wasn't.
So Friday, after girl scouts, we laid the poor little thing to rest.
I have plans for a marker but it rained so it has been out on hold. I will post photos when we are done.
My laptop has died. Writing this on a tablet is difficult. Not sure what I am going to do .
Husband's sleep issues are solved with the removal of Lantus from his med routine but his blood sugar is high .We have been referred to an endocrinologist for evaluation and hopefully quick resolution of the issue . I will let you know how that goes.
Bean wanted a pet. She is allergic to dogs and cats. So, about a year and a half ago she got a hamster named Sprinkles. Sprinkles is a winter white dwarf hamster and is very small. Sprinkles adapted well and is quite happy in her home.
Fast forward about six months and Bean thought she could handle a second hamster. Enter Snowball -- another of the same variety but really rather huge and quite the acrobatic comedian. She has been quite entertaining and a joy to have.
Moving on to yesterday -- they all returned home to find Snowball asleep on top of her bedding, breathing very shallow and unresponsive. Crisis ensused. Daddy was summoned from the grocery store to deal with the unthinkable.
After much research, Daddy decided that Snowball might be hibernating, something that even hamster house pets can do even though I had never heard of it.
So, Snowball was covered with a little fleece blanket and watched to see if warming her up would produce a miracle.
Apparently she moved out from under the blanket during the night but when they looked at her this morning she was no longer breathing and her ears were flat.
Daddy still thought she might be hibernating so he covered her up again and put a warm water bottle in the cage with her to see if he could warm her up.
That was the last I heard.
My daughter doesn't think she is hibernating, she believes she has gone to hammy heaven. I have no clue because I have never heard of hamsters hibernating even though I have had many hamsters in my children's lives.
The funeral is planned for this evening in my back yard.