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This week, my husband and I have tried out programming together. We’re writing a game together in Java. It has already been a huge amount of fun to me. Not only do I get to enjoy spending time with my husband, but we’re accomplishing something. Neither of us has coded in a while, so this is refreshing and fun.

As I return to programming, I remember why I like it so much. It’s like getting lost in another world. Almost like getting lost in a book. We can start programming and not notice that time has gone by until I get hungry 3 hours later. And I learn a lot by working with my husband. He’s way more familiar with Java than I am.

One interesting thing about returning to programming is that it makes me write more. I’m anxious to return to my story, and my mind flows easily from one idea to the next. Yesterday I was writing in my book, and I found that I forgot where I was physically as I wrote. That has only happened for me when I’m reading a book before, so this was really exciting. I’m starting to see the world I’m creating and I’m having fun.

Robert Frost’s birthday was this last week, and as such, I believe I should say something. If asked who my favorite author is… I have a hard time answering. Upon deeper thought, I often come up with Robert Frost in at least the top 20. In high school, my parents got me a copy of all his works. I can’t think of a poem by him that I don’t like… which is pretty amazing.

My favorite poem of all (and that’s pretty easy for me to be sure of) is The Road Not Taken.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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.

I like to live my life like this poem… At least I try to. I like to choose my path because it is attractive to me, not because it is the one everyone else has taken.

Sometimes, taking the path no one else takes is lonely. Luckily, now I have someone to take that path with me. It makes the walk much nicer.

All right… I don’t like to be the whiner… and I don’t like negativity. But MY GOODNESS! We live on the bottom floor of a 2 story building. There is a balcony over our porch, which until today was kinda nice because it afforded us a nice shaded area.

A couple of days ago… I was calmly sitting at my computer (well… my husband’s computer, but mine is not worth sitting at) looking at wonderful things on the internet. Then suddenly… I thought it was raining. Then I looked outside and I thought it was hailing, because things were hitting the ground. Then I realized it was coming in waves, and that outside of my porch area there was no rain. Hmm… With my clever detectiveness (I read lots of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys and that’s the official word for it), I discovered it was water and food (I hope) from some sort of animal. Yuck.

After discussing it with my husband, I decided to go upstairs and ask that this never happen again. I was extremely nervous because I did not want to go up there, but I did it. The lady was really very nice, but she seemed to think it wasn’t a huge deal. She said she was emptying the rabbit cage… I understand, but why onto my porch? I’ve decided I’m moving into a house. Someday, anyway.