There are no limits to the ways you can part with your hard earned money these days, but the last few weeks have been exceptional. For crying out loud, I bought what equates to an Easy Bake Oven for my CPAP accessories. Yes, I did.
A few weeks ago, I felt a very minor sore throat coming on and quickly deduced it was the CPAP’s fault. I keep it clean but that machine got thrown right under the bus as the culprit. The solution: a machine for the machine. I can wipe down my mask then bake away the rest of the germs by giving it a bath in light. Not to say I’m skeptical, but I haven’t recycled the shipping materials yet.
On the opposite side of the coin is the value I receive from being in both a dedicated writer’s group and a book club. My book club is based in the neighborhood where I raised my kids. I’ve moved twice but since I still reside in the same city, I’m grandmothered back in. We meet once a month and there are a few of us who have been in the club over twenty-five years. Every now and again the discussions veer off course but that kind of continuity is remarkable.
The other group keeping me afloat is my writer’s group. We met in an online class (thank you @MaryCarrollMoore). Six women take on each other’s writing samples from their book-in-progress. We share joys and frustrations as well as brunch once a month. They are invaluable for feedback since we finally made it out of the early American Band Stand responses. “It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.” Isn’t exactly helpful, I don’t think.
Both these groups require only time and talent, not treasure. I highly recommend joining or starting a group for a host of reasons.