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A pleasant Afternoon
My neighbors, Kimball and Maud, and I walked over to Ellen's for our monthly book club meeting yesterday. The temperature has fallen over the last week, and it was barely 70 degrees under a clear blue sky. It takes us about twenty minutes to walk over to Ellen and David's house, catching up on local gossip along the way. There are five of us in the group, but Patty lives on the far side of Ellen and always drives over.
David and Ellen have a nice garden and we had tea, gazpacho, and strawberry shortcake out under one of their apple trees. David isn't part of the book club, so after we all said hello, he went back to cultivating his blackberries and wetting down his compost. He's a dedicated compost enthusiast, and has a walloping great three-foot thermometer to prove it.
Originally we all read the same book and discussed it, but we've been getting together every month for five years now and have gone back to the childhood scheme of reading something and giving a report on it. Maud had re-read "The Red and the Black," which she loved as a teenager, but had to report that this time she couldn't even understand what the author was getting at. Patty is reading "The Great Influenza" aloud to her husband, who is having trouble with his sight, and Kimball is half way through a book on the Huchnom indians, who used to live in this valley. Ellen is reading an algebra book. I reported on a biography of C.S.Lewis (which Kimball promptly borrowed) and "The Elf King's Daughter" by Lord Dunsany. I also borrowed a book on autism that Patty had just finished.
It was a pleasant afternoon and at 5:30 we strolled on back to our end of the valley. Next month we're meeting at Maud's house, which is only about ten minutes from here. I guess I should pick something improving to read.
My neighbors, Kimball and Maud, and I walked over to Ellen's for our monthly book club meeting yesterday. The temperature has fallen over the last week, and it was barely 70 degrees under a clear blue sky. It takes us about twenty minutes to walk over to Ellen and David's house, catching up on local gossip along the way. There are five of us in the group, but Patty lives on the far side of Ellen and always drives over.
David and Ellen have a nice garden and we had tea, gazpacho, and strawberry shortcake out under one of their apple trees. David isn't part of the book club, so after we all said hello, he went back to cultivating his blackberries and wetting down his compost. He's a dedicated compost enthusiast, and has a walloping great three-foot thermometer to prove it.
Originally we all read the same book and discussed it, but we've been getting together every month for five years now and have gone back to the childhood scheme of reading something and giving a report on it. Maud had re-read "The Red and the Black," which she loved as a teenager, but had to report that this time she couldn't even understand what the author was getting at. Patty is reading "The Great Influenza" aloud to her husband, who is having trouble with his sight, and Kimball is half way through a book on the Huchnom indians, who used to live in this valley. Ellen is reading an algebra book. I reported on a biography of C.S.Lewis (which Kimball promptly borrowed) and "The Elf King's Daughter" by Lord Dunsany. I also borrowed a book on autism that Patty had just finished.
It was a pleasant afternoon and at 5:30 we strolled on back to our end of the valley. Next month we're meeting at Maud's house, which is only about ten minutes from here. I guess I should pick something improving to read.