(You’re welcome for the Rogers & Hammerstein ear-worm!)
Oh, yeah, I’m a sucker for the Sound of Music. Even that sappy “good-night” song before the kids head off to bed. But then later in the story, when they finish off the music competition with the same tune, it has a bittersweet tinge because the Von Trapp family is about to leave the home they love.
And now we JQs are winding down the blog we all love as well. (Heavy sigh…)
This blog has always been about sharing our everyday doings. One of the things I’ll miss most about the end of the Jaunty Quills is finding out what’s going on in the lives of my fellow JQs. And I’ll miss sharing my small news and hearing from you, our dear readers, as well.
We’ve had a chance to talk about how we feel about things, about our families, our jobs, our travels and our friendships. We generally steered clear of politics and religion, but sometimes, it’s the elephant in the room (Sorry, Republicans, no pun intended!) that cannot be ignored. So at the risk of rushing in where angels fear to tread, here’s my quick take on this election cycle.
There’s never a sword in the stone when you need one. So that means we all have to vote tomorrow! Whatever happens, we’re all Americans and we need to come together once the dust settles.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Besides, I wanted to end my time with you on a light note. The world is serious enough. You don’t need another writer who takes herself too seriously. Like I always tell my Dear Husband–the shortest distance between two hearts is a good belly laugh! In fact, I think humor is one of the main reasons he and I have been together for so long. I make him laugh, sometimes without even meaning to.
Like this one time, years ago, when we had a long-haired 25 pound tom cat. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Tommy Whiskers to pieces, but I was getting sick and tired of having his hair all over my house. So I took matters into my own hands and went to the source.
He didn’t think much of the process, but I felt I was making progress when the phone rang.
It was my DH. He was having the mother-of-all Mondays. First, one of this team was waiting for him when he got to the office. The man’s son had tried to commit suicide over the weekend and he didn’t know what to do. So my DH listened to him and made sure he connected with all the help he and his family would need to get through this difficult time.
Then another worker came in to make a sexual harassment claim against another team mate. They had been a couple, but had recently split up. The guy had had the effrontery to say hello to her. So my DH had to kick the complaint up to HR and rearrange the work load to separate the warring parties.
To cap it off, my DH’s boss called and told him the timeline for the project he was heading up had suddenly been moved up by several months, while no additional money for more people to do the work in less time would be forthcoming.
So, when he had a minute to catch his breath, my DH had called home.
“I just had to talk to someone sane,” he said after he’d recounted his woes. “Whatcha doin’?”
When I told him I was vacuuming the cat, he burst out laughing so hard, his assistant had to peek in to make sure he hadn’t gone completely bonkers. After he settled down, he said it was just what he needed.
I hope there have been times when a stop by Jaunty Quills has been just what you needed, too. Blogs are starting to fall by the wayside as people flock to Twitter, Facebook, and other social media that require sound bites of info instead of longer posts. But if you’d still like to keep in touch, I actually have a couple of blogs of my own–THE COLDWATER GAZETTE, which is attached to my website, and SECOND WIND, a blog where I share about dealing with chronic lung disease. I’d love to see you at both of them!
Gosh, this is harder than I thought it would be. I’m not sure how to wrap this final post up. Mostly, I just want to say thank you for joining us here, for sharing your lives with us, for laughing and crying with us. I’ll miss the gang of regular JQ commenters. Bless you all.