My book club disbanded.
Yes, you read that right. Disbanded. After ten lovely years, it was over, just like that. It happened like this:
We were sitting at a restaurant out in the vineyards, placing orders for breakfast when Erin yelled:
"CHEF SPECIAL'S ALL AROUND!!! . . . Should we order for Karen?? Is she coming?"
Cindy said "Not sure if she's coming. She's out."
"Out???" The group exclaimed in unison.
"Yep, out. She just can't do it with her new schedule at work." Cindy replied. Then she added "And I'm out too because my work schedule is the same day as book club I just don't have time to read."
Silence ensued and we all stared at each other.
I think we all realized at once that we were entering a new phase of life -- the most expensive phase of life. Kids growing up, leaving home, going on missions, going to college, and getting married. And what that meant for most of the group was re-entering the work force -- to help pay for all those expenses. When you've been a stay at home mom for years and years, going back to work is the last thing that enters your mind. But it comes. And it comes faster than you think. So a word of warning to you fellow SHAMs out there . . . be prepared, and learn a skill or two, you may need them some day.
Minutes later, our waiter brought out The Chef's Special. It looked just like cat food which was not a good sign. We all pushed it around with our forks. Just then, Karen showed up and confirmed the rumor which was true. She was "out."
Bobette said "Ok, let's have our annual Christmas book club and then figure out where we go from here."
Then we all went back to the Special, which not only looked like cat food, it tasted just like cat food too. I lost all faith in waiter recommendations.
Turns out we didn't have our annual Christmas book club. Within the next few days emails started traveling back and forth:
"I'm out. I just have way too much on my plate."
"I'm out, I'm going back to school."
"I'm out, I got a new job and my schedule changes every week."
So . . . it ended. Book club officially disbanded. And we didn't even get to exchange our Christmas gifts.
I will miss you friends. I will miss reading with you, laughing with you, and eating with you.
But, I'm hoping that I can convince you to come to a "Once or Twice a Year Book Club" so that we can read the latest book by Kate Morton, and maybe Louisa May Alcott, both of which I hear are great reads. Mull it over and get back to me, will you?
Post Script: It's way more fun reading if you have someone to talk about the book with, wouldn't you agree??