"By the Light of Roses," Chapter Six

Last week, we learned about Eressetor's family situation, his parents' separation, and his own insecurity pertaining to this. Although he maintains that he is not bothered by his parents' estrangement, I think it's safe to say that he is; however, Fëanáro now questions: If Eressetor is not fleeing his unbearable family life, then why has he chosen exile with his father's enemy?

This week, we get a few more pieces to the puzzle and Finwë comes home to temporarily restore some order in the House of Fëanaro.

Please remember that this story is rated for adults only for reasons of sexuality and mature themes and contains slash. My thanks to everyone who is reading alone! As usual, all comments are welcomed.

( By the Light of Roses--Chapter Six )

I Float, for I Am Filled with Air (In Your Head, You Ask? Perhaps....)

Yes! I live!

It has been one of Those Weeks. I have been a very busy 'gund. I have read the last day or so of my flist for the first time in like five days, so if I have missed anything important, feel free to point me in the proper direction.

Over the weekend, Bobby and I were fitted for and bought our SCUBA equipment, so I am now the proud owner of a pair of top-of-the-line fins, a snorkel, a pair of dive boots, a weight belt, and a mask that costs more than I am willing to reveal in sensible company. However, the dive shop was having their annual sale where everything in the store was 15 to 50% off, so that was advantageous for us. So what would have cost (for the two of us) around one thousand dollars was significantly lower.

So yesterday Bobby and I took the masks down to our community pool to practice clearing them underwater. One of the tests you have to pass is to clear all of the water from your mask while completely submerged. First of all, some kid threw up in the pool, so we had to sit and wait until all of the barf had gone through the filter. Then, the pool was the busiest I have ever seen it. Usually, our pool is not so crowded; apparently, everyone wanted to swim in a recently-barfed-in pool because the place was packed.

We both got in with our masks, got them adjusted, and I discovered another conundrum: I am unusually buoyant. And no, I am not talking about my sparkling personality. I, physically, cannot remain underwater without great effort. Bobby can sit on the bottom of the pool; unless I wave my arms about quite foolishly, I pop to the surface like a cork, which made the mask-clearing exercise considerably difficult.

Luckily, I have a husband with no compunctions to holding his wife's head underwater. We both agreed that it sounded strange to hear me ask, "Will you hold me under?" so that I could practice my mask-clearing exercise. Which I did easily once the need to flail was removed. He suggested that when we finally start diving, I might consider losing my weight belt and carrying two fifty-pound barbells instead.

Tonight, I tested my extraordinary buoyancy further and discovered that if I take a full lungful of air, I can float in the lotus position without moving my arms to tread water and without sinking below my neck. Bobby can't do this; his head sinks beneath the surface. So it seems (sorry to disappoint those of you out there who thought you'd finally figured me out) that it is not the air in my head but my unusually spacious lungs that keep me afloat.

In other exciting news, Bobby is officially registered for his Chemistry 102 class. Well, it's exciting for us anyway!

In less exciting news, it has been unusually hot in Maryland, in the low- to mid-100s F all week. (That's around 40C for all you sensible metric-using folks.) And per usual, the humidity has been awful, so the heat index has been around 110F (43C). It's like being microwaved while wrapped in a wet blanket. Yech.

Aaaaand...I have been tagged for a meme! rhapsody11 tagged me to tell five complete and utter lies about myself. I am a dismally honest person, so this should be fun.

( Five Lies about the 'gund )

Aaaaand...I have to tag five more people! I am going to attempt to tag those whom I have not seen tagged already. Per usual, if you want to tell some lies about yourself, consider yourself tagged. And if I tag you and this meme doesn't catch your fancy, just ignore the tag. You're not going to hurt my cast-iron and extraordinarily buoyant feelings.

digdigil
greenknight33--Yes, Bobby, you have not written in your LJ in a while....
ssotknapsack
linwe_ancalime--Same for you, Kirsty.... >:^D
atanwende