It is snowing/sleeting steadily outside the office and I have just typed research paper proposals for my Realism-Modernism lit class (Native American spirituality, racism, and feminism in different literature are my three topics -- trendy and controversial, oooooh). Kate Chopin, Mark Twain and Zitkala Sa are the authors in question, and I know I won't be doing the feminism one, as I always seem to get into trouble with feminist criticism.
"Yellow Breast, swaying upon the slender stem of a wild sunflower, warbles a sweet assurance of this as I pass near by. Breaking off the clear crystal song, he turns his wee head from side to side eyeing me wisely as slowly I plod with moccasined feet. Then again he yields himself to his song of joy. Flit, flit hither and yon, he fills the summer sky with his swift, sweet melody. And truly does it seem his vigorous freedom lies more in his little spirit than in his wing." Zitkala Sa "The Great Spirit" 1921
I've been reading maps and searching for information and finding train schedules for this summer, which seems so close and yet so far away, and I need to get a head start on my valentines because before I know it this week will be over (I hope).
There is a joke of the week at work on the front desk counter, appalling jokes, but here is this weeks':
Who keeps the ocean clean?*
Anyway, finally getting round to bringing in the post title: I am re-challenging myself to travel. True, I am going to London for the summer, but I only have a year left of school and then I want to be able to roam free! I always want to, but I haven't saved up to go anywhere truly since I was 14 and went to Paris on my own dollar avec Maman. Because I always want that eyeliner, or this coat, or to go to dinner with those friends. No more! I am going to now think of all expenses in terms of plane ticket purchases and train rides and ferries. The sole of thriftiness and self-control, that shall be me.
Quote from Cecil Beaton via Pinterest.
*A mermaid. Ouch.