Years ago, when Mikey was still a toddler, I started a Bunco night. I put together a group of friends and acquaintances and made pizza from scratch. One woman brought a bottle of champagne. We mingled, ate and drank, and played. People left reluctantly, long after the last game ended. It was a success! I knew, as I watched the last car drive down the street, that I was right to step out of my comfort zone and form this group.
Three months later we disbanded the group before we murdered each other.
On Saturday I went to the inaugural meeting of a book club that started after I mentioned to two friends on Facebook that I would love to get together. They held me to it, and I’m so glad they did. I had an amazing time. Fingers crossed I still like them by August.
Today was my 60th walk of 2017. I’m back to my daily walking/taking pictures of feet routine. There’s no place like home.