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The great storm of April, however, was not the straw which broke the camel’s back, however. THAT straw occurred in the next month of May. As the early days of April opened up, I discovered that the plan to give the reception at the ASPR in my honor was STILL underway, despite my pleas that it not be held. I was furious about this, which I felt was in bad taste. I knew very well how mere "psychics" were viewed in parapsychology, and in any event I was a mere test subject. I bitched at length about this to Zelda Dearest -- and to the Wingates, only to find they were fully in favor of it. Zelda especially was in favor of the reception, too, and thought I was being silly -- and said as much several times. Finally she counseled: "You know, you have to learn to let other people to do things for you. You’re not very good at that. You insist in doing everything for yourself. They obviously admire you, and you should accept it with grace." What I accepted, though, is that when women get an idea organized, one should just as well get out of their way -- for it was a cadre of women members of the ASPR which had decided that the reception should be held. Indeed, the reception would cost the ASPR nothing, since they themselves were funding it.