Frodo-Zay

This is what my son wants to do when he grows up, as of yesterday. He wants to "throw the bad ring in the fire mountains of Mordor so it will melt." Any LOTR fans out there want to tell me why that's a little freaky for a two-year-old!? Actually I have my mother to thank for this. No, she did not tell my son the Lord of the Rings stories, she's just obsessed herself, and has been for decades, I might add. No Jane-come-lately is she. She paints these beautiful maps of Middle Earth, and one year she painted a series of four small mountain views; Dunland, Eriador, Mordor, and Belfalas. My son found these in her classroom and wanted them, so, being the pushover of a grandma that she is (which I would never, never have expected from my mother. . . but more on that later.) she gave them to him. She didn't tell him what lands they were supposed to be. She just called them the Fire mountains, Blue mountains and so on. No, I have my cousin (Thanks B!) and myself to thank for the rest. My young cousin told him that some people took a bad ring and threw it into the Fire mountain so that it would melt, and I taught him to call Grandma's paintings by their real names, and the rest is history. Or will be if he ever gets his hands on a mystical ring and visits Hawaii!






Tackle it Tuesday #3



Look! Empty laundry baskets! I finally got to the bottom of the two bathroom hampers. Granted, they're not still empty today, but they were, at one time, completely empty. Yeah me! I'm not sure what it says about me when I get a feeling of euphoria from seeing empty laundry hampers, but it can't be good. I think my brain is starting to atrophy; either that or my sense of personal worth. It's probably best that they both go at the same time, so I don't have the awareness to dwell on it.

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