The Club

The second Tuesday of the month.  That's the day they remember or try to anyway.  It's the day of their monthly meeting.  They come for 9:30 to sit and sip tea or coffee and have a small bite to eat.  They chat and catch up.  "my granddaughter has decided to come and live with me" one of the ladies said.  another had just returned from a trip "back home".  Back home is actually where many of them have come to in their waning years.  They moved from this place when they were young.  They lived their lives, been married, had children, buried mothers and fathers and some their husbands and children.  And for reasons they each had made separately, they returned "back home" to the land of their birth.

They use the club as a gathering spot, each having their own lives to live during the rest of the month.  But that second Tuesday brought them back together.  It makes them feel "alive" and "needed".  Keeps them busy and helps them feel useful in their older age.    It's not about the building they are in, it's about the friendships they have formed, about the one bond they all have, having lived abroad from the land they come from.

The meeting begins.  She sits in the corner, when ever she can attend, and she watches, listens and takes in all around her.  She is not as old as many of these women, but she enjoy's being their.  Her husband calls some of them "backstabbers".. "Don't do or say, or commit to anything cause they might stab you in the back if you don't do it their way".  But she still goes.  She enjoys being the "young chick" among the older hens.  She enjoys taking direction, but also leading when need be.  She doesn't like that not all participate or even seem to enjoy being their, but she still attends, and still takes part.
QB6FBTSNCHHDOne day, when she is their age, she will be a full fledged member, as they are, in the club.  The one where they sit and enjoy each others company for a couple of hours on the second Tuesday of every month.