About a year ago I decided that I finally had enough friends to fulfill a lifelong dream of starting a book-club.
Here is a photo of my last chance to attend back in March. I guess the ladies will be carrying on the tradition without me. Which makes me totally ecstatic and extremely depressed. Tonight I may have to go out with LG dressed up like a woman. The thought is cracking me up.
While living in Tennessee, one of my greatest life lessons was how important relationships are and how we need to allow others into our lives. The bi-monthly meetings I had with these women was a manifestation to me of God’s love and support. These women are smart. They are fun and they are some of God’s greatest creations. They offered me complete acceptance and love and I miss them somethin awful. I love them all dearly, even the ones missing from the photo, and especially that one in the middle of the photo that got her head cut in two.
The good news is that moving so far away hasn’t taken any satisfaction away from reading. I can still enjoy many many books. It’s just that whenever I get done reading a really good one, I have this overwhelming urge for a Panera Apple chip salad and some conversation. I think I will be 85 years old and reminiscent of the good old days with my ladies.
Not only have I made memories with these ladies that I can’t shake, they have shaped my universe. I can’t think of any better ladies to do my shaping. The other day I was at the bookstore and I found myself advising an unsure buyer that her friend would love reading The Help and I thought of the evening we all spent at Valerie’s house. LG came home from work a while back and told me that actors had been cast for the movie The Hunger Games and I thought of the discussion about who like me imagined Peeta chunkier. I saw the The Book Thief on the shelf at the library and thought of Rachel and that daunting voice of death.
The moral of the story: make friends. And read together. It’s bonding. For life. And so enlightening.