Our book club meets every 3rd Tuesday. This month we are reading Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. Due to our long, wonderful vacation and our upheaval at home I had only read about 40 pages before Tuesday nights meeting. As it turned out that was no big deal because I forgot to go. I had family over for dinner in the backyard and we had so much fun visiting that I forgot until it was 8:00 - an hour too late! I was quite disappointed. :(
Today when my mom, daughter and I were at the quilt show, we ran into a girl from book club. We didn't recognize each other right off, but eventually she recognized me and asked, "Aren't you in book club?" I said I was and asked about Tuesday's meeting, expressing my disappointment in not attending and my positive feelings for the book so far. She said I was mistaken - it wasn't last Tuesday, it's this coming up Tuesday. I was so excited and recommitted myself to reading faster so I could finish in time. Then I asked if she knew who had recommended Bel Canto. She said it was that lady that didn't come very often. And I said, "That's me!" A look of further recognition sparked in her eyes and she confirmed that it was, indeed, me. How could I so thoroughly forget something like this? I stammered for a minute or two in unbelief because I never recommend a book that I haven't already read. As I keep going over this scene in my head it creates a slight breeze that nudges the cobwebs and I ever so vaguely recollect recommending it but that was forever ago or in a dream, wasn't it? Between my mind and my waist, I'm not sure which one I miss the most!