There I was in a swivet about the presentation to the Wilkinson bunch when Lois Dawson called. It was time to stop working on the slideshow now, she told me. I needed to forget about it for a little minute. Would I like to come over and go for a walk? She was making some raspberry tarts to bring to the presentation. She and Gary would get there early to help set up.
Well. I instantly felt better. I did not go over to the Dawsons’ for the walk, which is too bad, because it would have done me a world of good, but I did stop obsessing over the slideshow and I did take Miss Sadie and the Cowboy for a nice little romp down on the beach. Then I went over to the Township Hall and had a good time. I did not take any pictures because I was busy gabbing on about Civil War veterans, and you know how I can be about them. But here’s a picture of the first slide in the Powerpoint presentation, just so you have an idea.
Lois had not only made lovely bite-sized tarts, but she brought me a little box of them for my very ownself, which she tucked in my car. Also raspberries. Fresh raspberries. So I can show you those. OK, I can show you some of those. I’ve been into them.
Loraine Mottern brought cookies and Jim Mottern made the electronics work. Other people brought cookies, too, and they were good, but they appeared magically and I do not know who made them.
Babs was there, and Betty Jo. Dick and Jane Saul. Glenn Neumann came because we horse-traded and Betty Hoover came because she is also put upon by Civil War veterans. We’re going to do some collaborations. The Dawsons you already heard about, and Dorothy Westover came down from Petoskey and brought another Dorothy, who looked as if she thought she’d waked up in Oz. The Usual Suspects were out in force from the Wilkinson: Betty Beeby and Mar DeTar and Dick Hendershott and Norton and Marylee Bretz and Bobbie Patterson and Nora Metz and Connie Claar.
Besides the excellent treats there were nice surprises. Roger and Ayako Rowen came all the way over from Leelanau County for the event. Bud and LouAnn Arnold came up from downstate and brought cousins. Wendi Wooten came and managed to get Terry to come too. And there were more but I’ve forgotten who, the way I forget everything, and I hope you’ll forgive me if you’re reading this.
After all my whining, I thought you’d like to know it went OK. I did not humiliate myself. This is good. So now the whole slideshow is going to be available over at the Wilkinson and at the Central Lake Library and anyplace else anyone wants to have it. No treats, though, excellent or otherwise.
Wendi
September 21, 2010
I did NO arm twisitng what so ever. It was an excellent evening and presentation. Very interesting stuff! Can’wait for the next one. And the raspberry tarts were amazing…yummmm.
Gerry
September 21, 2010
Hey, Wendi! It made me very happy to see so many friendly faces. And you are absolutely correct about those tarts. Oh my. I may have eaten a few too many of them. But I made up for it by eating lots of the fresh raspberries, too. So that can’t be bad.
P.j. grath
September 21, 2010
That first slide looks as good as the obviously excellent treats (in a different way, of course), and I wish I could have been there for your triumphant–not humiliating–show. You are so funny, Gerry. Of COURSE you did a wonderful job! It’s what you always do!
Gerry
September 21, 2010
Um, thank you. There are one or two people who might take issue with your assessment, but just for this week I believe we shall class them as soreheads. It is a long, long way from Eastport to Northport. You wouldn’t think so, but it is. Someday we will have to have coffee in TC.
Karma
September 21, 2010
I wish I could have been there to hear it, Gerry. If you speak the way that you write, I’m sure it was both educational and entertaining!
Gerry
September 22, 2010
Thank you, Karma. I, um, benefit from editing.
Fee
September 22, 2010
Sounds like a good night, and I do like the look of those treats. Mmmmm, raspberries.
Glad to hear you relaxed, after getting yourself “in a rare fankle”. (Or, being just a tad wound-up)
Gerry
September 22, 2010
Oh, good! More Scottish lessons! And again a phrase I’ll find useful. Not that I get myself into a fankle all the time you understand, but there are those days . . .
Cindy Lou
September 22, 2010
Oh my – my mouth started watering at those lovely beautimous tarts!
Me, too….I’d have loved to be there, too, but you have a way of bringing your world to life for us. 🙂
I LIKE ‘in a rare farkle’!! May I borrow it once in awhile, Fee?
Gerry
September 22, 2010
Cindy Lou! It is a fankle if you please! Lord knows what a farkle is but we don’t want to be going there without a guide.
One day you will find yourself in Torch Lake Township and we will arrange a raspberry tart in honor of the occasion.
Cindy Lou
September 23, 2010
Ha! My old eyes surely read ‘farkle’…couldn’t figure out what you were talking about at first?!?! A guide is always good either way 🙂
Gerry
September 23, 2010
Happens to me all the time. I am often astonished at what I think I read, and have to peer at it again just to be sure. Of course, the times being what they are, even when I’ve made sure of the letters and their arrangement, I often remain astonished.
Molly
September 24, 2010
So glad to hear you were pleased with how it went; I was pulling for you.
So jealous of your raspberry tarts. 🙂
Gerry
September 24, 2010
Thank you Molly. The tarts were a wonder.