Sailing, sailing over the pounding main
For many a stormy wind shall blow
When Jack comes back again.
That once-upon-a-time famous sea chanty keeps running through my head when I think about the lovely short cruise I just came back from.
I’m not at all certain why this should be so, since there were no stormy seas, and I haven’t a clue as to what constitutes a main…pounding or not.
The trip was inspired by a whole lot of little irritants. Nothing big, but I was angry at a whole lot of little things. Little things like a paper cut. I really HATE paper cuts. They hurt like bloody hell for at least five minutes, but there is no one waiting in the wings to rain sympathy on you for them.
“It’s a PAPER cut for god’s sake, you didn’t break a leg!” is the most likely reaction. And you notice a bit of impatience hidden right below the phony smile and clenched teeth.In hindsight I think I noticed the lessoning of sympathy with my …bad sign here, but the word that comes to mind is…“whining.”
Truth be told, I NEVER WHINE. Bitch a bit? Maybe. But I refuse to admit to whining. However, if you took a poll of the family, you might find a growing impatience among my audience.
There was the build-up:
“Hey, Mom, look. Jay found a four day cruise. Really inexpensive.” I heard that from every angle, and each time it was said with greater fervor. So finally I relented.
I took the four day cruise and they were all content. It was long enough for the worst paper cut to heal, but short enough that I didn’t feel that they were looking for a more permanent fix.
So, back to the chanty.
No stormy seas, just a gentle sway and beautiful scenery and movies and live music.and demonstrations like vegetable carving and napkin rolling. I didn’t go to the napkin rolling this time. I did that once and proudly showed off a candle design that I found very admirable. It was much later that two of my group told me there was a great deal of snickering going on about that “candle.” It looked, I was told, like a piece of the male anatomy.
And that, my friends is when the “stormy seas” came flooding in.
I shunned them. And if you think they weren’t shaken by that…You don’t know Jack.