well, then.

Things are winding down here. Most of the family left today, and inevitably my mind is being drawn toward school. J-term. I thought I was excited about my creative writing class, but it turns out I just dread going back to homework and stress. Of course, now that there's no family or McWilkies around, I might've got bored. Or maybe I'd have made progress with my stories. As Aslan says, "Child, you are never told what would have been."

Actually, though, he does at one point tell someone what would have been. In the Magician's Nephew he tells Diggory what would have happened had he stolen an apple for his mother. So take that, Aslan. Even your author didn't have everything nailed down all the time. Probably mean of me to be encouraged by another author's inconsistency, but I only take a very little bit of encouragement.

I think Persephone is really and truly fixed, although if she breaks sometime soon, I never said that. You heard nothing.

"If you have any poo, fling it now."
-Madagascar

All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea

I ran aground in a harbour town
Lost the taste for being free
Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
To carry me to sea

Two thousand years and half a world away
Dying trees still grow greener when you pray

Silver scales flash bright and fade
In reeds along the shore
Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining.

- Bruce Cockburn