Eric took us through a conversation, as if he were sitting on the couch talking to this mythological Norse being. You know, guy to guy.
Ultimately, after comparing the watch his father gave him to the hammer Thor's father gave him, Eric faced the audience and said that if Thor couldn't find his hammer, we'd all lose.
We'd miss the thunder from the sky.
Thor must have found his hammer. The skies about my house last night were insufferably noisy. Surely there were drums in the clouds, loud 5 a.m. thunderclaps that made it impossible to sleep.
Thunderstorms are rare in Southern California. This one made me think of one I experienced as a little girl visiting relatives in Wisconsin.
I huddled under my blankets, tried to go back to sleep, and thought of Eric's poem.
my neighbor's remodel...
waking up to hammers,