The Election Night of November 3

It seems like I turn to this journal often of late. Sometimes writing is the best way to relieve the mind of the many things that tumble and jumble through it. So much has been on mine, it’s not a wonder the journal is getting worn on the edges already.

This week I was asked to step up from my little position at work and to take a supervisor position. The very thought of being in charge, of telling what suddenly seems like a multitude of other girls what to do and when, of answering hard questions and being the calm, quick and efficient lady at the head scares me down to my toes, but something in me loves a challenge, so I take a deep breath and plunge ahead. Let’s hope I survive this Christmas Season, when the halls are crowded and every one is in the most ill spirits when we cannot keep ahead of the demand for stuffed teddies and chocolate coated cherries.

I start training in a little while. In fact, I must be leaving soon in order to reach the town before I must start.

Speaking of town, the night of election, I was hurrying home just as it got dark, intent on getting out of the cold and icy wind and home in time for tea and the fresh scones I knew would be ready just about then. I passed by the bank, and just as I got up near the entrance, Mr. Banker leaped out the door with a sign, waving it frantically to the passing carriages. It startled me a bit, for how often to bankers leap out of their banks, and even less do you see them waving signs with such enthusiasm. It was a sign for the new Mayor of the town, and I nearly giggled as I kept going. The things people do for elections…

Speaking of elections…Election nights usually happen on the 4th. Mine own happened on the 3rd, and it was unlike any other election I’ve ever seen or been a part of.

It happened in the little town of Manitou, in the gazebo I have loved since moving here. There was only one question to be answered, and just one ballot to be filled– mine. The sun had just set and there were candles and flowers and the question?

Do you love me, do you want to be my friend?
And if you do, well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand
If you want to.
I think this is how love goes, check yes or no.

So… I checked yes.

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