And I thought we had made such progress!
I thought I had broken in my new boots, too, but no. Neal came over to walk the dog yesterday and I could not go, because my boots had given me a deep blister on top of my big toe. So I suggested that Neal take Aiko, but no, he could not pry him off the porch even with a handful of Pupperoni. So Neal and I watched half of Vera Drake and ate tostadas and went to Mungo's jazz band concert.
Aiko isn't getting a walk today either.
The day before yesterday, while Aiko and I were walking home, while the blister was making itself known but hadn't opened yet, I met W, from book group, on her bike. This is the book group![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amaebi calls the Once and Future Book Group, because I was in it for eleven years, then dropped out for nine, then sort of? maybe? dropped back in. I've actually been attending, on and off, for over a year. Something will happen -- like, last time I went to book group at W's house, I said "Thank you for letting me come" and she said "Yeah! No, come every time!" -- and I'll decide that I'm in, and then something else will happen -- like, I knew, from October's meeting, that T was hosting November's, but she hadn't picked the book yet. I don't know how T let everyone know what book she picked, but I didn't find out until the day of, and then only because K emailed everyone, including me, to say she couldn't make it this time.
So, anyway, I ran into W. We chatted while we waited for the light to change. And then it changed, and I said "See ya!" and took off and W said, "Yeah, get back to me if you want to do the holiday thing!"
And I'm thinking, get back to you? Holiday thing? Maybe this is a book group tradition I don't know about? Or a conversation at November's meeting? Or email I didn't get?
Communication. Why so hard.
I thought I had broken in my new boots, too, but no. Neal came over to walk the dog yesterday and I could not go, because my boots had given me a deep blister on top of my big toe. So I suggested that Neal take Aiko, but no, he could not pry him off the porch even with a handful of Pupperoni. So Neal and I watched half of Vera Drake and ate tostadas and went to Mungo's jazz band concert.
Aiko isn't getting a walk today either.
The day before yesterday, while Aiko and I were walking home, while the blister was making itself known but hadn't opened yet, I met W, from book group, on her bike. This is the book group
amaebi calls the Once and Future Book Group, because I was in it for eleven years, then dropped out for nine, then sort of? maybe? dropped back in. I've actually been attending, on and off, for over a year. Something will happen -- like, last time I went to book group at W's house, I said "Thank you for letting me come" and she said "Yeah! No, come every time!" -- and I'll decide that I'm in, and then something else will happen -- like, I knew, from October's meeting, that T was hosting November's, but she hadn't picked the book yet. I don't know how T let everyone know what book she picked, but I didn't find out until the day of, and then only because K emailed everyone, including me, to say she couldn't make it this time.So, anyway, I ran into W. We chatted while we waited for the light to change. And then it changed, and I said "See ya!" and took off and W said, "Yeah, get back to me if you want to do the holiday thing!"
And I'm thinking, get back to you? Holiday thing? Maybe this is a book group tradition I don't know about? Or a conversation at November's meeting? Or email I didn't get?
Communication. Why so hard.