

With all three book clubs going great guns I continue to marvel at all the interest it still holds for everyone and I continue to be grateful. Those of you who are always thanking me must remember that it's you that make it happen, I just built it, you came - It's a "Field of Dreams" sort of thing. As I pull myself out of my doldrums a little more everyday it's with the help of my book club friends who saved my life. How could I not feel a huge debt of gratitude and renewed sense of energy to put back into the Most Excellent Longmont Book Club. Okay, enough seriousness..
I know you must be wondering "what has helped me feel so much better?" Well let me tell you, one thing, I got rid of THE PURPLE WALL . Gone! It's now a lovely shade of Granny Smith apple green, I know some of you might think that is strange but the interesting thing is I was lead to it. After enough samples to paint an entire room, something lead me to this shade and it has revived my soul. I don't know and I'm not going to question it. It has had some kind of effect on me -rearranged my chakras or something. Getting rid of the BOBpurple and all of the stuff that went with it and creating my own space is changing my entire outlook on life. We all need to make things feel like our own. Like a White Sox fan at a Cubbies game you don't want to feel like you're somewhere you don't belong, and I'm starting to feel like I belong here. Strange, after living here for almost ten years it's finally turning into my space. Now, I'm not done or anything - it's still a work in progress, but that's the fun of it. When I'm done I'm having a party and you're all invited! Like the book club, we change a little and we get new people that soon become old timers, and we make little changes in our "rules" but we stay the same people by and large and I am so lucky to have you all to get me through this wall painting business which is another name for divorce. I am keeping his self defense baseball bat handy for something else I have in mind..... maybe a windshield or something a little more fragile, like a kneecap, a person needs to vent their feelings or they get all balled up inside and that's just not healthy!