bookclub!

well, last thursday night was our once-a-month bookclub! we (about ten ladies; i'm the youngest by about three decades, @ least :P) meet up one thursday night every month and we discuss the book we've just read. we also drink a cuppa and munch several bikkies (just your usual arnotts ones) then talk about what we like, what we didn't like, etc. the ladies are all very nice! once, our librarian taking the book club was overseas and arranged for another male librarian to lead our discussion that night; i stuck out my hand and introduced myself to him when i entered the room. he immediately took on this mock hurt/offended look, and asked me, "don't you remember me?!" to which i responded sth like, "uhh ... don't think i've ever met you before in my life, sir." oops ... he turned out to be the guy that originally signed me up into the bookclub! ><" oops, sorry, mate! :P
sadly, there are two things that kinda make me grumpy about the book club. firstly, the library is situated on the second floor of the building; there's a lift to catch up. for safety reasons, there's also a flight of stairs that can be used in case of fire/other emergency. what i don't understand is, why does mother gleefully FORCE :( me to walk up and down the stairs each time?! i think she somehow deliberately blocks out the memory of some doctor telling her when i was in ICU that i'd NEVER WALK AGAIN, that i'd only be able to make the few steps needed to transfer from my wheelchair to the car and vice versa. i mean, i think it's pretty incredible that i can manage to hobble/stagger/limp/walk the thousand-odd steps that i manage each day! ><
the other thing i'm sad about is the lack of dinner that comes after book club. i mean, i've participated in this book club for more than one year now, and every month, i've tried without any success @ asking mother please to take me through the drive thru @ nearby red roosters so i can grab some dinner. mother says there's dinner waiting for me @ home, but my poor left hand really doesn't feel like being gleefully forced by mother to hang onto the bowl while i eat. *sigh* oh well, i usually ask the carer/life coach/support worker/whatever they're called now :P to please feed me a hearty arvo tea, they're usually awesome and do. then, in the morning, mother will usually lemme grab three weetbix for breakfast, so i'm cool. :)
actually, this month we're reading an autobiography! it's called dear fatty; i've only read several pages, but it's quite hilarious already! well, what more could you expect from a comedian who wears condoms on her ears? ... :P
until next time! (and i dunno what/when that may be)
cheers,
em. ^^