Not much to report on my ROW80 goals this week – in fact, I did not complete any of them. I could blame it on having three birthday dinners to attend, a band concert, and continued work on planning the graduation party, but really, those are nothing when we also had a houseguest this week. And not just any guest, either, but a Norse god…
Yes, the THOR TOUR has arrived in Dayton!
I was a little worried last week when Thor failed to appear in Wapakoneta, about fifty miles or so up I-75 from Dayton. But it was shortly thereafter that we had some really snarled-up traffic on Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. We never found out why (we seldom do), but that night, Thor arrived at my house on schedule, asking about the aliens that are supposedly stashed away there in Hangar 18.
“No, you can’t go to the base,” I told him when he asked. “They don’t care if you’re the god of Thunder. No ID, no entry. Besides, there is no Hangar 18. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” I then offered to take him to the National Museum of the United States Air Force.
“What is this ‘United States Air Force?'” Thor asked.
When I explained, he seemed to approve at first. “Ah, warfare. This I understand. But… metal flying machines?”
I tried to explain to Thor about aircraft, but he wasn’t buying it. “I have no need of giant flying machines. I smite my enemies with my mighty Mjollnir!”
I was losing this battle. Then my daughter came in and saved the day. “Cool! Thor’s here! Are you going to take him to Carillon Historical Park?”
“I don’t know…” If he wasn’t interested in metal flying machines for warfare, I doubted he’d be interested in the world’s first practical airplane, with wings of wood and cloth.
My daughter had an idea. “It’s a lot scarier than the Air Force Museum, even if it is supposed to be haunted.”
Then she told me her idea, and I agreed. “That would try the intestinal fortitude of even a Norse god!”
Thor, always one to take on a challenge, agreed. “I should like to go to this ‘HIGH SCHOOL…'”
The students escorted Thor around as befitted a Norse god, on the back of a giant bumblebee.
Thor did not understand band. “What is this… flute? What is the purpose of blowing into it to make sounds? It would make a much better weapon, methinks.”
He took to Chemistry like, uh, oil to water. “I shall smite them with this pipet!”
Some of the students were rather taken aback at the appearance of a Norse god in class.
…while others exhibited the proper appreciation of a god: “Thor? I LOVE Thor!”
Thor tried his hand at painting.
He didn’t care much for English class: “These books are inferior. They are all in English!”
He wasn’t so sure about German, either, but enjoyed the attentions of the ladies.
Thor was completely stymied regarding Calculus, so he punched a student in the face. The boy didn’t seem to mind.
Thor even tried his hand at teaching, and learned that some things–such as commanding the attention of a classroom full of seniors on their last week of school–are beyond the abilities of even a Norse god.
Then it was play time. “It’s your last day, or your last year of school, so let’s pretend we’re going back to our first year,” one teacher described what was otherwise known as Kindergarten Day.
“This is not usual High School activity?” Thor asked when presented with shaving cream. “Uh, no,” the students told him. “Just have fun.” Thor thinks he might have seen one of the Hangar 18 aliens…
Thor left, parting a sea of shaving cream. “I think I shall leave High School to the young mortals henceforth!”
To see where Thor’s been, and where he might show up next, check out the THOR WORLD TOUR page on Debra Kristi’s blog!
The giveaway has ended. Thanks for your interest!
What about you? Do you find your goals pushed aside by things like birthdays and houseguests? Can you imagine hosting a Norse god in HIGH SCHOOL??? I’d love to hear from you! And I hope Thor’s adventures will be a bit less fearsome wherever he’s headed next. 😀
Jennette Marie Powell writes stories about ordinary people in ordinary places, who do extraordinary things and learn that those ordinary places are anything but. In her Saturn Society novels, unwilling time travelers do what they must to make things right... and change more than they expect. You can find her books at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, iTunes, and more.
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