Thanks to all who cheered me yesterday, I'm feeling better in all ways. Still a bit droopy, but I think I'm getting a cold. ;-) I will answer you each personally who left me a word of encouragement, over the course of the day today.
I got up this morning to more than a dozen emails from my DH, with lists and pictures of things to be decided upon. He's trying to behave and bring me all my goodies that I want back, and I'm trying to behave and be practical about not asking for too much. If he can sell some of the things I have marked for sale, then maybe we can buy new goodies! :-D
A wee list of goals for today, to help commit myself to doing the work:
Clean up -- ugh, I've been a slob this week!
Laundry -- we sort of ran out of some things, yikes!
Boromir -- he's starting to be extrememly put out, so he's my number one goal for today; it's been 2 months since the last chapter, eeeek!
And now, for Verse Thursday, a found poem in honor of the Steward of Gondor, since yesterday marked the date in ROTK when Denethor burned himself on the pyre:
Thinking of you all today, my dears -- with particularly fond, fervent thoughts and prayers for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boriel.
I got up this morning to more than a dozen emails from my DH, with lists and pictures of things to be decided upon. He's trying to behave and bring me all my goodies that I want back, and I'm trying to behave and be practical about not asking for too much. If he can sell some of the things I have marked for sale, then maybe we can buy new goodies! :-D
A wee list of goals for today, to help commit myself to doing the work:
Clean up -- ugh, I've been a slob this week!
Laundry -- we sort of ran out of some things, yikes!
Boromir -- he's starting to be extrememly put out, so he's my number one goal for today; it's been 2 months since the last chapter, eeeek!
And now, for Verse Thursday, a found poem in honor of the Steward of Gondor, since yesterday marked the date in ROTK when Denethor burned himself on the pyre:
This Found Poem is an attempt to understand Denethor through his own words as written by Tolkien. The title and the stanzas (in the order presented) are from passages found in FOTR's "The Council of Elrond" -- where Denethor's words are reported by Gandalf to the Council -- and ROTK's "Minas Tirith" and "The Pyre of Denethor."
To me what was is less dark
Than what is to come --
That is my care.
You will find naught
That is not well known to me,
Master of the lore of this city.
You will find naught
unless you have more skill
even than Saruman, who studied here long.
What was is less dark
than what is to come.
~~~~~
Dark is indeed the hour; at such times
you are wont to come, Mithrandir.
Though all signs forebode the doom of Gondor,
Less now to me that darkness
Than my own darkness.
You bring one who saw my son die.
My Boromir! Now we have need of you.
Mithrandir! Help and counsel
you deal out according to your own designs.
The Lord of Gondor not to be made the tool
of other men's purposes, however worthy.
No purpose higher than the good of Gondor;
The rule of Gondor mine; no other man's,
unless the king should come again.
~~~~~
Pride and despair!
The eyes of the White Tower blind? Nay!
Thy hope is but ignorance. Vanity!
For a little space, triumph -- for a day.
But against the Power that arises
there is no victory. All the East moving.
The wind of thy hope cheats thee.
The West has failed -- time to depart
for all who would not be slaves.
I would be Lord in peace;
leave my chair to a son after me --
his own master and no wizard's pupil.
But if doom denies, I will have naught --
neither life diminished, love halved, nor honour abated.
Time to depart, who would not be slaves.
-- Linaewen, 2005
To me what was is less dark
Than what is to come --
That is my care.
You will find naught
That is not well known to me,
Master of the lore of this city.
You will find naught
unless you have more skill
even than Saruman, who studied here long.
What was is less dark
than what is to come.
~~~~~
Dark is indeed the hour; at such times
you are wont to come, Mithrandir.
Though all signs forebode the doom of Gondor,
Less now to me that darkness
Than my own darkness.
You bring one who saw my son die.
My Boromir! Now we have need of you.
Mithrandir! Help and counsel
you deal out according to your own designs.
The Lord of Gondor not to be made the tool
of other men's purposes, however worthy.
No purpose higher than the good of Gondor;
The rule of Gondor mine; no other man's,
unless the king should come again.
~~~~~
Pride and despair!
The eyes of the White Tower blind? Nay!
Thy hope is but ignorance. Vanity!
For a little space, triumph -- for a day.
But against the Power that arises
there is no victory. All the East moving.
The wind of thy hope cheats thee.
The West has failed -- time to depart
for all who would not be slaves.
I would be Lord in peace;
leave my chair to a son after me --
his own master and no wizard's pupil.
But if doom denies, I will have naught --
neither life diminished, love halved, nor honour abated.
Time to depart, who would not be slaves.
-- Linaewen, 2005
Thinking of you all today, my dears -- with particularly fond, fervent thoughts and prayers for
boriel.
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Date: 2006-03-16 03:31 pm (UTC)From:neither life diminished, love halved, nor honour abated.
Stunning, as always.
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:31 pm (UTC)From:Have a great day, love! Hope you can find that balance between chores and funtime! :)
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Date: 2006-03-17 01:20 am (UTC)From:I'm so glad today is an improvement! It sounds like between you, your husband and you have the fine art of compromise down! Sounds like excellent progress is being made.