Besides working and mothering and wife’ing – I try to have some fun. Just a little bit. Because I’m a frustrated English major deep inside, I’ve been talking to a few of my ‘hood moms about starting a book club. We talked a lot about starting it. For months we talked. But nothing happened. Then one of these marvy women suggested we join a club already in progress. One started and run by a group of responsible women who actually do what they say they want to do. Cool concept right?
So we dove in. Kind of. Work, kid stuff, and personal marital commitments (such as trying to see my husband for 5 minutes every night) got in the way. But I finally made a few meetings. And it was great.
The women who started this group are, ahem, seasoned. They’ve lived through divorce, remarriage, kids in college, retirement and multiple health issues. There’s a mix of life stages – women with young kids, older kids, grandkids and no kids. We rotate houses every month – this is my favorite part about the club, access to new peeks into how people live. If there was a club called just-go-see-how-other-people-live-every-month I’d so join it. I’d be the president of that club. And by the way, I am not interested in judging. I’m just extremely curious. inquisitive. Nosey.
Admittedly, all the books we’ve picked have been a bit morose – but the conversations have been anything but! Here’s a short list of what was covered in the last few meetings:
- A second chance romance and love story by the host of the night that involved the Italian countryside and sangria
- Did you know you can get a tummy tuck paid for by insurance if you partner it with a hysterectomy? True story.
- No matter how Kosher you are, take a xanax if you need to. I don’t know what this means but there was a lot of time spent on it.
- A field trip to a master bath that featured a bidet toilet seat cover combo (heated with a remote control).
- Baby daddies, the Philadelphia public school system and wars started because of false religious beliefs.
We fit in some books too…
Here’s a synopsis of what we thought -
- 10 year olds shouldn’t get married.
- spoiler alert – the pajamas were actually a concentration camp uniform
- you don’t need no stinking man when you have a horse.
Can’t wait for the next meeting!