forget me not

More and more, these kinds of observations are creeping into my conversations with people:

Oh, I finally saw that movie.  You know, the one with Ben Affleck and he’s friendly with that girl who’s a lesbian. 

I was out walking my dog and I bumped into our mutual friend…you know, the one who used to work at Revlon and then decided to start her own make-up line.

I had dinner at that restaurant.  — the one downtown with the great breadbasket.

I loved that book.  The one with Falls in the title.  No not that one.  I think it was made into a mini series.  Something to do with a diner.

Then a few Saturdays ago I speak to a good friend who tells me she made 8 pounds of meatballs for a party she’s going to that night.  “But Robyn,” I say, “the party was last night.”

And now book club.  Last night seven us get together and catch up on life:  someone whose good friend's son is becoming a woman, a vacation in Australia, a few years abroad in London, aging parents and their associated issues, kids in college or about to go to college, disrespectful children, and everything in between.    We even manage to sneak in a brief (almost unnoticeable) discussion of the book, two and half hours after we meet.  I love this group, but I wish the book we’ve come to discuss played a bigger role in our monthly meetings. 

Today the book club members get an email from someone who wasn’t there.

My apologies to everyone!!!!  I had every intention of joining you for book club this evening and then I totally forgot!  It wasn't until I looked at my agenda just now that I remembered… I was so looking forward to seeing everybody.... and I even read the book!  Oh well, nothing to do about it now.  Please let me know when and where the next meeting is and I will try to get plenty of rest and eat all the right foods so that I don't forget.