No Snappy Comeback

I was trying to think of a cool title for my post today but there is none. It has been a pretty vanilla day. Karl is working today so that left me with a house to myself. There was inclement weather meaning I stayed indoors all day. I found a new show to watch on Netflix, and by new I mean a new to me show. It could have been on for years for all I know. It is called 'Luther.' It is a pretty good show. As Netflix and my mom says it is a little cerebral but good. There was a character I truly did not care for but she has grown on me. Although I am not entirely sure that is a good thing because she is a serial killer. It is a BBC show as well which got me to thinking. I told my husband today that I would not talk about our future plans to anyone anymore but what are two or three people on the Internet that happen on this blog. The show made me think again about moving overseas. At the current moment we do not have any children so all the more reason to pack our bags and move anywhere in the world. When we lived in Hawaii and it was difficult as far as being away family and friends but here in Oklahoma I feel even more isolated because we can drive but it is just as expensive as flying with the current gas prices. It is like seeing a cookie jar on a shelf and it being just out of your reach. I would rather there be more distant than just out of reach. We did not make any plans but it was just a thought I had. Hopefully tomorrow will be day to write home about.

And Now a Song

Today was and technically still is the first day of summer intersession for me. In short, summer break. I have a little less than three weeks to rest, relax and enjoy the warmer weather before I start class again. Thankfully I chose to take only one class this summer. I am sure you are wondering why I titled this post as I did. I did so because every time I think about school being out I start to sing Alice Cooper's "School's Out." Not one of my better musical choices but it seems to fit. Of course Pink Floyd singing "we don't need no education . . .," also comes to mind. But the musical detour aside, it is hopefully going to be a nice break. I have a lot of reading and writing to catch up on. And a boat load of chores that I would love to see done before I go back to school. Some would say chores on your break, what is wrong with you? Well, that my dear friends is what relaxes me. Keeping busy doing something constructive. Especially since I have no real deadline to worry about. It is a "do it at my own pace" kind of chore list. If I get it all done that would be spectacular. I think the best part is that my husband has that lovely twenty four hours on, three days schedule so we can spend most of the time together. Maybe even work on some of those chores together. And on that note I will end this post maybe we can continue this tomorrow.

Poetry and Life

I was writing in my journal today and thinking about the last sixteen weeks. It has been a whirl wind of school, church, chorus, etc. I cannot believe that I have actually finished a semester of college. I knew that maybe one day I would get back to school but I never really gave much thought to when and now that I have done it, I am slightly in awe of how easy it was and is. I am looking forward to have a little rest and only taking one class this summer with a professor that I worked with this semester. The class is Earth Science so I should able to breeze through or at least pass with very little trouble.
I was also thinking that there are so many roads that are open to me and wondering why I did not take them before now. Fear is the main reason I think but then what is fear but a little man with a big mouth and no teeth. FDR said, "There is nothing to fear but fear itself," I never really knew the meaning of those words until this semester at school. His wife also said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." The Roosevelts were some pretty smart people, and so am I. So, there is no telling what I will do next. Maybe I will write a book or run for office. I want to close with the last few lines from a poem that has been on my mind a lot lately. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.