This morning while outside doing my daily chores Goose brought me a possum.
He unwillingly held it for a moment while I took a picture and then spit it out into my hand (never pass up an opportunity to practice good retrieves). Having no real issue with possums, I always stick them up in a tree when the dogs bring them to me and let them come to and wander off when they are ready. This morning though I had a better idea, a way more fun idea. I put the possum up on a platform bird feeder in the backyard, well out of the reach of the dogs and then went inside to announce to the entire house of schooling and working people that their was a possum playing dead in the birdfeeder and they should keep an eye on it so they can see it walk off.
John came down from his office to adjust the possum so he could tell from his view when it woke up. Kids ran to windows. The excitement a possum can bring to this household is not to be underestimated.
And then we waited…
And it turns out that while every other time the possums the dogs have retrieved have been playing dead, this possum was dead dead.
It seems like a perfect analogy for those days that seem like they’ll be shiny… and then… no.
A dead possum kind of a day.
Somedays are like that.
Until next time,
May your health be fair and your dead possum days be few.