This week I had lunch with the members of the Danish Sisterhood, about 20 women, some of whom know Danish and have been to Denmark and others of whom have some Danish ancestors, and most of whom are retired, on Wednesday. Then last night I had dinner with the Daughters of Norway, 50 or so women, many of whom have been to Norway but none of whom are Norwegian by birth.

I was so depressed driving home, realizing how hard I'd been trying to fit in all week.

And then I came home to find my sister wasn't home, although I was hoping she would be. Because what this week has confirmed for me, in no uncertain terms, is that I prefer one-on-one interactions over being part of a group.


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