For the past couple of weeks (I’ve been shamelessly keeping him to myself for far too long), Thor has been a distinguished guest in my home up here in the Sierra Nevada foothills. I had such high expectations, but things quickly went awry.
To my dismay, he arrived completely worn out from his escapades in South Carolina, but he wasn’t too weary to notice Superman keeping watch over the abode.
Superman keeping watch.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
Yes, that is my McDonald’s happy meal toy, don’t judge me.
At first, Thor was a little upset that another superhero would be dwelling under the same roof. Until . . . he saw the bull riders. His fascination was immediate.
Thor meets the bulls.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
“I wish to conquer these great bronze beasts,” exclaimed Thor.
Naturally, Thor being Thor, decided that he would ride the biggest, baddest bull in the pen – Bodacious, the PRCA bucking bull of the year two years running (1994 & 1995).
“Thor,” I said, “you cannot ride a bull without there being a bull fighter present. They may look like rodeo clowns, but they serve a very valuable purpose.”
Intent on his mission, but aware of the danger, Thor decided to rouse the resident bull fighter, Juan Eduardo Jose Frederico Miguel Bernardo Jesus Pablo Rafeal Jones from his afternoon siesta.
Juan Eduardo Jose Frederico Miguel Bernardo Jesus Pablo Rafael Jones.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
When Mr. Jones was ready, Thor mounted the snorting beast and called for the chute to be opened.
Thor rides Bodacious
Original photo by P. Rickrode
Thor completed the 8 second ride, however, because he failed to have the bull rope in his hand, he was disqualified. The judges declined to pay the prize money, but did allow him to keep the buckle.
The winning buckle
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Disheartened by his bull riding experience, Thor decided that perhaps instead of riding the bucking bulls, he’d fight them like Juan Eduardo Jose Frederico Miguel Bernardo Jesus Pablo Rafael Jones.
“How hard can that be?” Thor questioned. “They look a lot bigger when you’re on their back.”
“This bull fighting – how hard can it be?”
Original photo by P. Rickrode
I explained to Thor that bulls come in many shapes and sizes, but he remained firm in his resolve to be a bull fighter. Until he saw the entire bull pen bearing down on him.
The bull pen
Original photo by P. Rickrode
Exhausted from his hasty retreat over the arena fence, Thor proclaimed that it he now understood why Juan Eduardo Jose Frederico Miguel Bernardo Jesus Pablo Rafael Jones needed a siesta. I suggested that he climb to the top of the Great Tide Basin waterfall and do a bit of yoga or meditation to relax a bit.
“Yes,” said Thor, “I shall climb and meditate.”
The great Tide Basin Falls.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
After his siesta, meditation, I thought Thor might enjoy a bit of our natural surroundings. We ventured deep into bear country.
“I’ve wrestled many a bear in my life,” said Thor with great gusto as we roamed through the woods.
But, when he saw the bears, he seemed eager to turn tail and run.
Welcome to bear country.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
“You could have warned me that the bears were so huge!”
Thor was not having a good day at all, so I suggested that for the rest of his stay, he stick close to Sherlock for protection.
Sherlock – the mighty protector.
Original photo by P. Rickrode
When I was finally able to coax him away from his mighty protector, I told him that often when I’m feeling a bit fluxumed I sit and play the piano for a while. It usually calms me.
“Yes,” agreed Thor, “I will play this piano you are so fond of.”
Thor the one-note wonder.
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Unfortunately, Thor’s attempt at the Moonlight Sonata sounded more like the one-note sonata so I begged him to stop. He only agreed to cease the madness when I offered alcohol as an incentive. I gave him a glass of local wine, but when Thor spotted the Bushmils on the top shelf of the liquor cabinet, he demanded whiskey or threatened to entertain me again by tickling the ivories.
Needless to say, I let him have his fill, which he did, but he slept for a week afterward. Seems Thor can’t handle his whiskey. Or perhaps it was the alcohol coupled with the altitude that wiped him out. Either way, he’s really quite a wimp when it comes to drinking games. Not that I minded. Seems Thor was quite taken with the piano and I feared if he awakened he might bang on it play it again.
I had many other exciting things planned for Thor, but his liquor-induced coma kept him away from the gold panning in Coloma, the very spot where James Marshall discovered gold in 1848, picking out pumpkins from the local pumpkin patch, and a round of wine tasting here in the foothills. I thought I might even take him to Tahoe in my husband’s new car, but I was afraid he might puke on the way so didn’t even suggest it.
My advice to anyone who hosts Thor in their home – hide the booze.
If you want to read more about Thor’s journeys and adventures, check it out here: http://www.debrakristi.com/thors-world-tour/
Thanks Debra Kristi for sending Thor my way and sorry I kept him so long (really it was his own fault for drinking all that whiskey).
Word of the day: Meliorism
Fun fact about me: I am hopelessly lost when it comes to technology.
Original post by Jansen Schmidt 2013. Original photos by P. Rickrode.
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