Another Sigh of Relief

I let our guild program chair talk me into speaking at tonight's guild meeting. Many years ago I did this speech for Toastmaster called "It's Not a Blanket". Through the marvels of a small town grapevine, I ended up giving the speech at the local guild and then many times after that at various guilds around the state. People, especially quilters, seem to think it's funny and I guess it is but I figured everyone had heard it and it was getting old to me. The first time the program chair asked me to give the talk, I said no. The second time, I gave in. It's hard to say no to this woman...she's a wonderful lady and would give you the moon if she could reach it.

So here I was...on a Monday night after a long weekend...which meant it was a REALLY long Monday. Tired, cranky and out of practice, I'm giving this tired old speech one more time. Man, I was dreading it. Oh well, it's July. Everyone will be on vacation and it will be a skeleton crew at the meeting.

It was packed.

So I got up there and started talking. I told the old stories and added new stuff. That thing about public speaking getting easier with practice is true but it really helps to have friends in the crowd to pick on and to lean on. My husband has never heard this speech which is probably a good thing. I didn't pick on him very much tonight but I usually do. (He's and easy target like most husbands.) I got to pick on Soul Sister's husband instead. That's what he gets for calling a quilt a blanket and for his innovative dinner choices.

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In the end, what I was dreading so much turned out to be big fun. Lots of folks were laughing which made me laugh. I walked out the door a lot happier than when I walked in the door. That's always a good thing.

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What does the picture have to do with the story? Nothing. I don't like entries without pictures.

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This is me surveying near Sunset Beach. My DH took the picture because he knew people at work wouldn't believe him.