Debbie Does Drivel

I changed my template!
Solo!
Yippee.
It's a bit, uh, colorful, but it looks kinda snazzy.
Kinda.

Anyway. Biological things happened over the past few days, and my irritation has lessened.

Let's move on.

I had book club last night and we discussed "Hidden Latitudes" by Alison Anderson. It was a good little book. I'm thinking it may appeal more to women, but can probably be enjoyed by all genders. It's basically about a shipwrecked couple who share the island (where they moor to fix their boat engine) with Amelia Earhart who's been living as a castaway there for 42 years.

At the meeting reference above, a co-worker brought her sis who's visiting town for a week or two. This sis just received her masters degree in writing (hel-lo. dream come true) and was actually PAID to attend grad school (don't know those details). Now, she's going on a Fulbright Scholarship to Finland where she will be writing a historical novel. This is like the living incarnation of all my dreamiest dreams and she is my age and I could spit with envy (just being honest). But good luck to her just the same! Very nice person and interesting to boot.

At any rate, book club was great, as usual. Girls are fun. I think girls are funner than boys when we all get together. Everyone noticed my new hostess-ware, courtesy of the recent marriage, and guys just don't notice things like new ceramic, and that's why I like girls better. Us girls got excited about it and we are SUPPORTIVE. We genuinely care that I can now serve veggie dip in a brand spanking new dip bowl which is wide enough to allow several people to dip simultaneously. We encourage each other to do things like get the matching chip plate to go with the dip bowl, even if it is a little pricey.
We then yammered on about fun topics and took great joy in the yammering. We discussed things of sociological and political importance, like the Condit mess, Jon Benet Ramsey, and O.J. Simpson's obvious guilt. These topics are tired, but we inject new life in them by our earnest re-interpretations.

THEN, after the meeting, the girls brought my new hostess-ware lovingly into the kitchen, so I wouldn't have to clear the table myself. And, finally, we hugged goodbye. A feel-good fest! Girls really are fun.

p.s. our next few books are: Stolen Lives, My 20 Years in a Desert Prison (Oufkur); Bonesetter's Daughter (Tan); Afterlife (Ellis)...[this is a first novel by a friend of the sis spoken of above]; Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (Robbins); Passages (Connie someone-or-other); Mists of Avalon; Ismael; Survivor (Chuck Palahuik).
So you see, there are many more opportunities for us girls to have even more good times.