With your pumpkin orange, glittering gold and crimson colours bursting beauty upon
the earth, we love your majesty; your hint of chill in the air; the way you ease us from
hot days of summer to heart-beckoning days of snowy winter.
And welcome, dear readers, to the final LOL column in Okanagan Woman. The autumn air whispers of change, and I have heeded the call. After eight years of penning this piece, it is time to close the curtain.
I’ve been in a few book clubs in my life. The first, when my son was just a baby and I, just desperate for adult conversation with companionable women. The wife of my husband’s colleague invited me to join and I was delighted – until I made an ass of myself at our very first meeting. The hostess asked me what I did for a living and because it is polite, I was about to reciprocate the question, except I already knew the answer. Like everyone else there, she was a lawyer. Indeed, myself and the neighbor I invited, were the only exceptions. Thinking myself clever, I said to her, “I understand you are an attorney.” Apparently, I’d been watching too much LA Law. Hand on her chest, she mockingly replied, “Attorney? That’s what they call lawyers in the United States. In Canada, we’re called… lawyers.” Strike one for the new mom. I don’t recall how many more of those meetings I attended, but enough to confirm my first impression: it wasn’t a good fit.
The next book club I belonged to was set in the Middle East, where a group of expatriates eagerly devoured contraband books we’d smuggled from Canada to the United Arab Emirates. Fast forward to 2011 and the creation of the LOL. We are a group of fifteen women, who meet on the first Wednesday of every month, to discuss a novel or non-fiction selection. We sip our valley’s bounty from sparkling wine glasses and indulge in fabulous food. But most of all, we laugh-out-loud as we discuss everything under the sun, including the book.
Every single woman in the LOL is wonderfully unique. Some have children, some don’t. Some have grandchildren, some don’t. Some have husbands, some don’t. Most have (or at least love) dogs. Some are still working, some are not. We have teachers and teachers’ aides, travelers, writers, a librarian; a doctor, nurse, physiot