Garden Club with Birding Friend

I have precisely one hour to blog, shower, beautify with newly purchased skin care products, style my thinning hair do which is almost always out of control and be ready to be picked up by my birding friend, as she will from now on be called. She also doubles as my garden club buddy as we were provisionals in the same year and gave each other courage on what was for us a daunting foray into inclusion in exclusivity. psychologically i sort of subscribe to woody allen's philosophy "why would i want to belong to a club that accepted me into its membership?" AT TIMES. but not always. just sometimes. in reality, i have rarely enjoyed anything so much as acceptance by these women -- we get to learn volumes about horticulture, one of my hobbies, conservation, FLOWER ARRANGING,landscape design,botany,cooking with homegrown herbs,show off our talents as photographers,designers,artists,cooks. so in short order my birding friend will fetch me en route to the november meeting where we'll witness a professional floral designer, hear the club news, chatter with each other afterward and then four of us head to the japanese garden in our city park where we'll picnic and discuss our project for the year - the spring walk. oh Lord, i am sounding really boring to myself again. i know i ought to edit this but here it is, plain, dull outlining of my day. a day that i'm really looking forward to. seriously. after the picnic-meeting-planning session i get to meet with someone who is interviewing me and my first cousin about our flamboyant aunt and uncle in the early years of their marriage, l933-l937. the scope of the book is about the neighborhood where he grew up, celebrating a centennial this year. i'll report on that in the next post. now i must find something to wear in front of three hundred tony women that says "Yeah, I've got it goin' on. I'm wearing jeans. I've got clogs on for comfort." and tease my bangs just so, obscuring my rapidly progressing bald spot.