Within two hours, I'll be surrounded by nine smiling ladies and one man. There will probably be one or two canes and a walker crowded in among the purses and feet. The chairs will be tricky to maneuver but everyone will be gracious as they move between the tables that fill the room. Thousands of beads will be spread out on those tables and I'll be just a little frantic as always, trying to make sure everybody has what they need at once.
It's a scene that's played out in my life at least once a month - sometimes more - over the past few years. Some of the faces will change. Occasionally I won't