Well, well, well. All of a sudden, talk of postponing next week's meeting has popped up.
Maybe people were enjoying their summer too much to haul around the ol' required reading. Me, I was just avoiding it.
The tiny but lovely readership of this blog may recall that my mom offered to host. The poor dear actually rushed to paint the downstairs ahead of some family obligations that commenced mid-month, and while unfortunately the walls were not cooperative, it gives that nice added conversation piece of a work in progress. Now that there is talk of postponement into September, the club will have to face the fact that Mom already made plans with certain days--like days the painters are coming--some of which happen to be Mondays.
Our club organizer sent an e-mail asking for members to reply with availability. Enter the flurry of responses via the dreaded "Reply All" button. (Yeah, I know some members want to know what everyone says; me, I'd rather you just collect the responses and tell me what the new date is.)
One of the non "Reply All" users hit reply to the response my mom sent as future hostess explaining her limited availability in September. Mom forwarded it to me because it was a bit puzzling.
Guess the mysterious author of the reply. I'll give you a hint. Her response included the phrases: "Great to talk to you," "you'll be ok [sic]," and "love you!"
I was a little puzzled, too, if that helps you any.