November Writing Challenge Day 28

I turn the page. 

I have not had a book in my hand in dayyyysssss. Days, I tell you. I’ve been too busy decorating, cleaning, cooking, and working. I’ve even done a little shopping. I can’t concentrate long enough to read, because I’m so far behind on blogging. (For instance, it’s the 30th. I just finished the 27th and now here I am on here). Our book club is meeting here tomorrow night and I haven’t even cracked open the first page of this month’s selection. I have been working on the Holly Madison book for over a week. I figured I would have it read in two days, I’ve been looking forward to reading it forever and a day! Not to mention all the others I’ve started and abandoned. I’ll mention them, maybe someone can tell me whether It’s worth pressing on: The Painted Bridge by Wendy Wallace, Eve, by William Paul Young (same guy who wrote The Shack), Dragonfly in Amber (2nd Outlander…they’re just so enormous It’s daunting), Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard, and the Accursed by Joyce Carol Oates. It’s shameful! I can only console myself in that I’ve been very busy doing worthwhile or necessary tasks. I’ll catch up in February when I leave Facebook for Lent. Sometimes I wish I could leave it forever. 

So that’s the literal turn a page portion. Now for the figurative. 

As we grow older, we talk about chapters on our lives. Childhood is our first chapter, with high school next, maybe followed by college. The milestones of your first real job and relationship are another, marriage is one, your first home and mortgage, perhaps children if you’re doing it in “order”. Career changes, divorce, and deaths of loved ones fill out the remainder of our book of life. Sprinkled on the pages are our friends and the little anecdotes of our time here. Our circle of friends changes, some come and go and some stay for chapters. A few people are fortunate and come stay for the whole book. This is a rarity. 

In my life, I have been extremely fortunate to have the same friends through the majority of my life. I may turn several pages and have no mention of these friends, but they always pop back up. Never in the strangest places, always exactly where I need them. I turn the page, and there they are. 

Love especially to Sharon, Meg, Lisa, John Alan, and Minor, my oldest and steadfast tribe. Y’all are written on so many pages.