April Showers Bring May Flowers

          I'd like to believe that's true despite the flowers in my garden already blooming. The start of April means the beginning of the end...for this semester, that is. Once the calendar page turns it's only a matter of time before May arrives, and then the semester is practically over. Then, only then can I actually make a plan to see my sailor. Considering, of course, that he is still availible for visiting. I tried to make a few arrangements before now but nothing could come together. It has been a bit of a struggle and I just want to be able to see my boyfriend of four years, is that so much to ask? The Navy thinks so. They would like it if I never came to see him at all. That's not happening. Regardless, its been going to my head that I haven't seen my sailor since Christmas. Christmas for God's sake! The injustice! It's not fair. It's all for a reason, but its just not fair. 
        I tried to plan a trip during spring break in March, but my tight budget and lack of flexible scheduling proved unworkable. Its always a heart breaker when you think there is a possibility you will see your sailor but it falls through. Take last night, for instance. The Art Students League at Rutgers is taking a trip to Washington, DC this coming Saturday to go to all the free museums. I thought there might be a small glimmer of hope that Anthony would be able to come up and meet me there for the excursion. Silly me did not think that DC is only 3 hours away from me and about 8 hours away from Anthony. Not quite half way as I had dreamed it would be. I still told Anthony about my little idea and we both agreed it just didn't make much sense. 
         What does a girl have to do to see some Navy cake these days? Make a wicked pay check so she can buy an expensive airline ticket and hotel room. As luck and generous people would have it, Anthony's married friends said that I could stay with them if I ever did go back down. I thought that was so nice of them. That would save me a bundle if I didn't have to get a hotel room. Then I would just have to worry about the 500 dollar plane ticket. Isn't that insane? Coach seats! Not first class, coach! Give me a break. All this money in the way of me and Anthony. Time and money. I wouldn't mind the time at all but I do mind the money. Tax refund would help but I need that to pay for school. Round and round we go and when I'll see my sailor...well, nobody knows.