Because this keeps coming up

For the folks who think that the only ways to approach the Bible are a "conservative" approach with a strict fundamentalist literalism or a "liberal" conviction that it can't teach them anything at all, here's a bit few pages of self-consciously conservative non-fundamentalist C.S. Lewis.

( Only for those interested )

Update

I was going to write a long, detailed yet witty entry about the last few days, but kept falling asleep instead. Let's blame the bronchitis, shall we? Anyway, what pops to mind when I think about the weekend: Saturday: Got three prescriptions filled, was told that three would be in the store today and another one is due in this coming Thursday. Fortunately, they had the most important ones: antibiotics and prescription-strength ibuprofen. While waiting for the 'scripts to be filled, I went for a longish walk to check out the grocery store for which I had been given some gift certificates. Wandered the aisles a bit, spent 50 cents on a chocolate pie while thinking about coming back some other day for my grocery order, then walked back to the other store by the shorter route I should have taken in the first place. Got my drugs, decided it was a good time for grocery shopping after all, and walked yet again to the distant grocery store, this time taking a route which violated several laws of man and nature. Utilized my elite shopping skills to spend all but 13 cents of the value on a $20 certificate, hoping that a twenty-dollar grocery order would be easy to carry all the way home when the bags included seven dollars' worth of tea. Did survive the walk home, but after walking an estimated zillion miles that day, it seemed a good idea to take the bus next time.

Sunday: Coughing, coughing, and more coughing. My coughs sound like what I think of as wheezing little old man coughs, which makes me wonder what I think a 36-year-old woman coughing is supposed to sound like. Does anyone with bronchitis have a musical tone or satisfying timbre as they hack up a lung? Aside from the coughing, I finally managed to place an order with a drugstore.com gift certificate, and I feel obligated to tell you all that the website was frustrating, maddening, infuriating for both giver and receiver, so you may want to stick with your local drugstore and give the site a miss. Coughing and trying to place the order took up pretty much my whole day. Well, that and playing with kaleidoscopes.

Monday: Woke up early enough to (in theory) get out of the house in time to do stuff, but it didn't really do me any good. Tomorrow, then. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. My tale may be told by an idiot, but I haven't yet the energy for much sound or fury.

(no subject)

In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Jackson Browne
He'll say, "Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the prize
For having learned how not to cry?"
We'll say, "Dude, we are so not inviting you to any more Christmas parties, ever."



I may finally be getting tired of Christmas music.