Sunday, when I went over to my folk's house, Mom greeted me with "I'm Joyce." After a version of the old Abbot and Costello's "Who's on First?" routine, I finally figured out that the city newspaper/newsletter article about her knitting club (I got the paper that day, but hadn't read it yet) had her first name wrong.
Other than that it really built her up. The article started this way: "Parkinson's disease and visual impairment isn't stopping Joyce [the correct last name], 73, who has started a prayer shawl group." All through the article it called her Joyce instead of her real first name. Joyce and her first name are not even similar. Hmm, well, both names have an "o," but none of the other letters match.
So as I said, her first meeting was yesterday. Mom told me a few days ago that one of the people who expressed an interest in joining passed away last week. So she hasn't even started and she already lost one person. I'm sad to say.
On the bright side she is excited that the big area paper sent a photographer to cover her first meeting. Mom was told a story will run in a few weeks in that paper.
On my front, I have mentioned about starting a qepHom (Klingon language meeting) several times. I went to the coffee shop I was thinking of asking to hold the meeting. I was thinking of holding it on a weekend afternoon, preferably Sunday afternoon. I looked at the hours listed in the window. It's not open at all on Sunday, and on Saturday it is closed from 2pm to 6pm. Talk about your long lunch breaks! So I just walked away without even going inside. Although now that I'm thinking about it, other than the lousy hours, it still prob. is my best bet for a location. I don't want to have it Saturday morning, er, I didn't. I don't know. I'll have to think this through some more.