This morning I entertained our book club. There were only three of us as the ill husband of one of our members took a turn for the worse. Only two of us had read the book recently, although the other had read it some time in the past. We had a great time reading the book and discussing Anne Tyler's books in general. My favorite, by far, is "The Accidental Tourist." We came to the conclusion we like her writing with her quirky characters and situations and we can overlook some of the less than fascinating outcomes.
I served a brunch of coffee, jello, muffins and deviled eggs. This is our set brunch and is an homage to our erstwhile member, Fran. We still miss her, and hope to travel down to see her again in the future.
Our choice for the next book is "Snowflower and the Secret Fan." I do not know the author. I'll have to log on Amazon or Barnes and Noble to try to find it.
Lent starts today. Church tonight with the symbolic ashes on the forhead. The symbolism of the ashes hits home to those of us of my age. We are actually staring into the jaws of death... in terms that some of the younger people don't think about. We really are going to die in the rather near future, while - although we all are going to die, period - it isn't as much on the minds of the younger folks. The fact that Jesus came to throw us a life-line into the after-life looms large in our thoughts. Thank you Jesus!
Take care.
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