Thoughts after a Week of Two Graduations and a Wedding

(Also, a week of moving and organising 2500 books and multiple bookshelves, but this fact has little bearing on anything.)

—If only Regency-era dancing were a more generally known skill.

—I will wear something grand and historical to my wedding, perhaps involving hoopskirts. Alternately, red converse. (Not both.)

—If I had to choose a favourite verse for a bio-thingummy for graduation, as my friend did, I would choose Ecclesiastes 12:12.

—Romance/romantic love are the only ingredient of classic stories and fairy tales that still exists in modern daily life. The others we still see in principle, of course—overcoming obstacles to reach a goal is the most obvious one—but none so literal or unchanging. I must ask myself why this element of all things is so timeless, but I don’t suppose dragons or heroic deaths in battle are going to make a comeback anytime soon. Alas.

—I still firmly hold to the idea that whoever invented the hats one wears at graduations had a really, really weird sense of humour. (Oh, the perks of being alternately a homeschooler and a public school-er whenever it suits me. Ha! ha! ha!)