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Joining a club

 Friday i got my signatures for sponsorship, and turned in my application to the Elks Club.  I've been wanting to join and finally motivated myself to do what needed to be done.  Now I have to go through an interview and induction if they decide i can join.  I'm looking forward to the community aspect, the ability to go somewhere and hang out and know people, and i am looking forward to becoming active in the community again.

I used to volunteer to with the Lions Club, working fairs and a few events.  I wanted to join, but women had a different group within the club to join.  I wasn't down with that.  When i moved I stopped volunteering because i didn't live in that community anymore, but also, that no women rule turned me off in a big way.

Yesterday i spent the day on Kevin and Cathys boat on the ocean.  It felt awesome.  I had brought my kindle and my switch....but instead we enjoyed good conversation..the day went by really fast and by the time i got home i was in bed.  It was still light out.  

Today i'm doing meal prep for the week and laundry.  As I was standing in the kitchen chopping, peeling and mixing, i was thinking how nice it would be to be doing this with a partner.  Wake up late, laze around in bed, get up and have some breakfast...then hang around the house together getting things done so the week goes smoothly.  Then, after the "chores" are done (together) we relax and watch a tv series, or a movie before having dinner (that we make together) or go out and have dinner and a walk.  

To many that sound like hell.  To me that sounds like comfort, security, being healthy and having a smooth running life with no drama.  Just a nice easy companionship.  

For now i do it alone, maybe forever.  But soon i'll meet more people, get involved with the club, and be social too.  I just want simplicity right now.  Peace.  

Back to making the jar salads.........Happy Sunday. 


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