The Last Canadian Post

The next time you hear from me, I will be in New Zealand with the kids and Koreen. Yippee! The van is packed with all of our things and is ready to go. This song has become one of my favourites and its lyrics seem appropriate here. Feel free to skip on to the last line if you want.

The nickel dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The Rubicon
What did I do
And of the games
That I can handle
None are ones
Worth the candle
What should I do
I'm a frightened, fickle person;
Fighting, crying, kicking, cursing
What can I do
Oh, after all
The folderol
And hauling over coals
Stops
What will I do

Can't take a good day
Without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile
Until I've had one
Where did I learn
I make a fuss
About a little thing
The rhyme is losing
To the riddling
Where's the turn
I don't want a home, I'd ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it a turn
Oh, after all
The folderol
And hauling over coals
Stops
What did I learn

I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry or complain again
So I will set a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face

Oh mister
Wait until you see
What I'm
Gonna be
I got a plan; a demand, and it just began
And if you are right, you'll agree

Here's coming a better version of me
Here's coming a better version of me
Here it comes
A better version
Of me.

- Fiona Apple