If you stand around long enough

someone will probably ask you to do something you’ve done before.

Which is what happened to me today, when the baleboosteh texted me from the Land of Færie to ask if I’d be willing to give a talk about something Celtic for Lone Star Mensa’s Regional Gathering.  The gathering’s program chair emailed her and asked would she do an hour’s talk, but she had other fish to fry and knew I’d be un-intimidated by either the subject or the audience.  And she’s right; I’ve certainly stood on my hind legs in front of that group and talked often enough, before now.

For those of my Small but Faithful Readership who may not remember that far back, L and I were members of LSM for twenty years, and between us held almost every elective and appointive office in the group at one time and another.  I went inactive in 1999 because I was tired after spending a year on the executive committee as the whipping boy for the then-chapter president’s wife, when I wouldn’t join in every half-baked idea they thought of with little cries of joy.  I did keep up membership for long enough to make twenty years, but when a ready-cash bind coincided with membership renewal time in 2005, I decided I didn’t need to keep the membership just for bragging rights, and couldn’t think of any other reason to renew since I hadn’t even been to an event in five years.  And I didn’t renew.

But now it seems they need an RG speaker (this is not surprising; RGs always have to scrabble to find enough speakers), and I happened to be standing there at the right time, so I’ll figure out forty minutes or so of remarks, which ought to leave time for fifteen minutes of questions, and still turn them out in time to get to whatever the next thing on the program may be.

I still know where the penguin is buried.  Fnord.