It's late

"Yes, Aslan, " said both the children. But Polly added, "But we're not quite as bad as that world, are we, Aslan?""Not yet, daughter of Eve," he said. "Not yet. But you are growing more like it. It is not certain that some wicked one of your race will not find a secret as evil as the Deplorable Word and use it to destroy all living things. And soon, very soon, before you are an old man and an old woman great nations in your world will be ruled by tyrants who care no more for joy and justice and mercy than the Empress Jadis. Let your world beware..."

If he could only see us now.

Insomniac, apparently

It's 5:04 a.m., and I'm wide awake. Can't sleep.

We watched some home videos on Thanksgiving and they were full of people I miss. Papa (pronounced paw-paw), in particular. One time he got me an umbrella that had my name embroidered in yellow. The crazy old man tried to tell me he found it in a parking lot.
He was always playing a joke on someone. Always making someone laugh. His hat was never straight on his head and he didn't know how to smile without winking.
I don't want anyone to tell me that 95 is old because it's not nearly old enough. I only had him for 20 years so those other 75 years don't count. I want to pick blackberries and ride my bike with the pink banana seat through chicken houses. I want to sit on his front porch swing with him and eat moonpies. I want a black cherry cola. Needless to say, I miss him so much.