Happy Ending

This is a pix I took last summer of my dear friend and her daughter (I don’t know the thumb sucker in the center). If you can’t guess, yes, we were having fun.

Like half of corporate America, the daughter lost her job a while back. She had to make major changes involving selling her home and moving in with Mom and Dad. Much tension, much depression, but always love.

She did a smart thing. While waiting for the right job to come along, she took a “hobby job” for low pay, in a field that interests her. It was just a part time low level deal. But she flourished. Last week she was offered a full time job in the same “hobby” industry with a different company, to open a new operation here in Seattle.

Now, long time readers will know I’m no believer in happy endings. I’d apply for the Chief Thunderthud role, if that job were still open. But this is honest-to-goodness Happy Ending.

For those of you battling your way through these miserable times, good news does exist.  And the sun does shine even in Seattle.

Sad Endings

I admit I didn’t feel too sad about JD Salinger. But I just found out that Stuart Kaminsky died a while back, and Sis told me  Robert Parker died earlier this year. No more Lew Fonesca or Spenser. No more Hawk. Will Jesse Stone ever get over his addiction to his ex? Will Toby Peters ever find happiness? So many stories left untold.

I don’t agree with Stephen King that a character is just “a bag of bones.” It’s a crying shame. Good-by to you, my old friends. Thanks for the hours and hours of entertainment.

To Be Continued

Not sure about this story yet. It is almost a year since the Mister died, and I am thinking a lot about the ups and downs  for me: about moving from feeling like a widow to feeling like a single entity, and the differences between the two. I’m not ready to write that ending yet because I’m still thinking about it. But soon. In the meantime, sorry I have been such a slow-witted blogger lately. Thanks for sticking in with the back nine.