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Aearwen's Little Bits - Are We There Yet?
This has been a wild, wet week!
California - or at least my little part of it - has been enduring one of our "Hundred Year Storms". As today is the first day that is relatively clear (you mean to tell me that Unidentified Flying Object is call the Sun??) I will have to go out and empty the rain gauge. It stopped registering on Wednesday - and Eru only knows how much fell Thursday and Friday. We were without power from noon to after 9PM on Monday, thanks to a pine tree falling in the high winds and taking out a power pole down the street.
We get two days of sunshine, and then it's back to rain again. *le sigh*
And in the spirit of the weather, I offer the following:
"Are we there yet, Ada?"
Aragorn sighed. "Does it look like we're there yet, ion?"
"But how soon? I wanna see Unca El'dan and Unca Elro'r!"
"I'm certain they want to see you too, but Imladris is on the other side of these mountains."
"Why can't we just run the horses up the path and down again?"
"Patience, ion. We'll be there soon enough."
The silence stretched, and a glance told Aragorn that his son had fallen asleep. He glanced at Arwen, carrying their infant daughter. Her smile warmed him.
Then, mumbled against his tunic…
"Are we there yet, Ada?"
California - or at least my little part of it - has been enduring one of our "Hundred Year Storms". As today is the first day that is relatively clear (you mean to tell me that Unidentified Flying Object is call the Sun??) I will have to go out and empty the rain gauge. It stopped registering on Wednesday - and Eru only knows how much fell Thursday and Friday. We were without power from noon to after 9PM on Monday, thanks to a pine tree falling in the high winds and taking out a power pole down the street.
We get two days of sunshine, and then it's back to rain again. *le sigh*
And in the spirit of the weather, I offer the following:
"Are we there yet, Ada?"
Aragorn sighed. "Does it look like we're there yet, ion?"
"But how soon? I wanna see Unca El'dan and Unca Elro'r!"
"I'm certain they want to see you too, but Imladris is on the other side of these mountains."
"Why can't we just run the horses up the path and down again?"
"Patience, ion. We'll be there soon enough."
The silence stretched, and a glance told Aragorn that his son had fallen asleep. He glanced at Arwen, carrying their infant daughter. Her smile warmed him.
Then, mumbled against his tunic…
"Are we there yet, Ada?"