FamilyMy Family is going to drive me bonkers. Today Mama is having surgery. She lives in Florida and I live in Texas. She didn't want me to be there. She says she doesn't have room and she doesn't want me to have to drive such a long way. I drive it about four times each year. Or I could fly. And there are hotels nearby. I'm frustrated because she's been cagey when I've questioned her about her health. Daddy denied being sick. And then he died last August. He had just turned 80 a couple of months before. She'll be 80 in a couple of months. The rest of the Family is not speaking to me because we had a fight after Daddy died. As a family we've never been super close, but we've always stuck together. This new level of dysfunction sucks, especially since I’ve been calling the hospital numbers that Mama gave me and every time the line has been busy. And she’s my texts. She keeps telling me not to worry. But this is exactly the type of situation that makes me bonkers with worry.
FriendsMy two largest groups of Friends are School Chums and Church Ladies. The School Chums are further broken down into two groups: High School and College. I'm the youngest of my HS Chums. I started school a year early and my birthday falls in late November so I was younger than almost everyone in my class. I had a couple of friends in the class after, but most were in the class ahead of me. I've always been a tad bit more serious than my peers. Some might call me an "old soul." I don't think I am—I'm just responsible and a product of being the eldest child even if I am the youngest socially. However, I am the Old Lady in my College Chum group. I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I didn't finish College until I was thirty (I worked several menial jobs in the ensuing years between HS and College). So when my College Chums were starting college, I was missing (aka refusing to attend) my 10 Year Reunion. At 55, I'm the Baby in my Church Lady group. Most of us play Spades or Liverpool Rummy once a week. We call ourselves the “Spadettes.” We also get together for lunch or movies and the occasional theater production, and have gone on a couple of trips. The location of the game changes from week to week. But the reception by the husbands that are left is usually the same: a warm greeting, maybe a quick bite of dinner, followed by a retreat into their man cave or man activity. Sometimes they resurface as we adjourn. Sometimes they don't. As our ranks of Widowhood have increased, the hubbies have been replaced by handymen or other family members. A few of the Spadettes are also in the same Bunko group that I like to think of as the “Belton Bunko Babes.”
Finding the RainbowFinding the Rainbow (Chilton Crosse Book 2), by Traci Borum's is one of my current reads. Traci is a friend and I shamelessly plug her novels every chance I get. She writes cozy Women's Fiction without gratuitous sex or violence. Her novels are set in the Cotswold of England and they have a wonderful cozy feeling to them. Her first novel, Painting the Moon had a little family mystery in it as well; however, is not a cozy mystery per se. The Chilton Crosse novels are more about second chances. Everyone needs a second chance from time to time. It’s nice when we actually get one. Book 3 in the series is Christmas themed and will be released later this year and Book 4 is in the works as well.
Tomorrow is the letter "G" and I have no clue what I'll write about—but I'll try to be less scattered.