Where have all the Onions gone?

 For some reason, people who belong to the Treadle On list call themselves Onions.  Since the TOGA is an offshoot of the Treadle On group,  maybe I am an Onion now too.  Who knows?  But the dogs were certainly lonely yesterday after spending the day with only me.

Over all I have had positive feedback.  It was a tremendous amount of work.  I won't do it again.

At the proverbial Eleventh Hour (i.e. early Sunday morning) I received an email from a woman who lives not far from here.  She saw the local ad on CL.  I emailed her back right away.  She came over with her White Rotary and we cleaned up the little bits with the ultrasound cleaner.

dirty bits

clean bits

We did get it back together.  There is a bit of a trick to putting the face plate back on a White Rotary and the likes, but that is for another post.

All in all, I would label this TOGA as a growth experience.  I met some truly wonderful people and have nurtured some friendships and started others.  I suppose none of that would have happened without the TOGA, for that I am grateful. 

Thanks to all of you who read this blog and who came to the event.  I could not have done it without you. 

The Dream

I think that most of us have had it.  That dream, or rather, that nightmare: The final exam is tomorrow and you haven't been to class at all, for the whole semester.  The only thing that saves you is morning.  When you wake up and realize that there was no class and it was just a bad dream.

I had that dream last night somewhere between the katydids and the Barred Owl ( I am here in NC visiting Mom).  But the problem with my nightmare is that there is a class.  It is the TOGA.

I have three weeks to get ready for it and I must be worried.  Not too worried, though.  I took a nap today with Wilson (the only dog I brought along on this trip).  I spotted a Dollar General on Route 191 today.  Maybe they sell those big rolls of raffle tickets.  I can stop tomorrow and see.  Then I will be one step closer to being ready.

Oh, and remember my vow to sew only on PP machines until the TOGA?  It was much easier to grab one of the Keatherweights to bring along.  I got it set up today.  Noisy.  I serviced it and now it is better.  But the poor thing is neglected.  I have to find it a new home.