How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Chapter Seven: Not What I Had In Mind By Fireworks
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July 4 With the garden looking lovely and the work on the house pretty much complete, I was finally able to take a breather and just relax for the holiday. All I have left now are the unpacking and the little final touches. I thought about going to see the fireworks this evening, but it turned out that I didn't really need to... I thought the portal and I were finally coming to an agreement after it had sent Sam, who was useful, if short. However, I still think the house has a rather nasty sense of humor, for I opened my broom closet at about three this afternoon, and Gandalf tumbled out of it. "A wizard does not tumble out of broom closets!" he bellowed at me, rather unnecessarily, as I hadn't said a thing. "He arrives precisely when and where he means to." "So you were planning a trip to 21st-century Earth, then?" I couldn't help but be a little snippy at his pompousness. "Actually, no," he sighed, settling into one of my kitchen chairs. "I am getting quite tired of these little detours. After all, we have a Ring to destroy and a war to win back home, you know. And it's very difficult to accomplish all that when key players keep winking out for dalliances with teenaged 21st-century girls!" "There are no teenage girls here, believe me." "I suppose that's something to be thankful for," he said with a nod. "Though it isn't as if they are ever much interested in me anyhow." I guess the average teen doesn't go much for power and magic and all that. Too bad for Gandalf. He went on about it for quite some time, expounding on how Legolas disappeared constantly and often came back with French-braided hair and new Levis, and how once Éomer popped out during the very end of Helm's Deep and arrived back not wearing a stitch, smelling like roses and horses combined. I decided it was best to keep my mouth closed on that one. Anyway, by the time Gandalf had stopped complaining, it was already getting dark. I'd microwaved us both a pair of hot dogs at around five-ish, but I knew I wasn't getting any fireworks in that evening. Or was I? Couldn't hurt to ask, right? The fireworks display Gandalf put on for me in my backyard was quite superior to any I'd seen for quite some time. I'm just glad all my neighbors had gone to the fairgrounds to watch the official show! Lisa
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