It's taken me a few days, but I finally am ready to accept the Versatile Blogger award, given to me by Ivy at Spinning Lovely Days. Versatile is a nice word for "unfocused," "all over the map," etc. But at this point in my life, I embrace my versatility! Thank you, Ivy.
I'm supposed to:
Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
Share 7 things about yourself.
Pass the award to other bloggers who you think deserve it.
Be sure to let the bloggers know you chose them to receive the award.
I'm going to put my four recipients first, and then proceed to the second part of this post, and item #2.
Recipient 1: Dennis the Vizsla, and his dada. Not only are they versatile, but, heck, I would give them an award just to get into the Sunday Awards and Meme Show (if Dennis gets back from his other dimension in time).
Recipient 2: Rose, at What I Made Today, because she is truly versatile! She draws, and cans food, and makes mysterious "stuff."
Recipient 3: John, who writes Some Assembly Required. He is a photographer, web designer, Dalmatian lover and nurturer, and collector of interesting watches.
Recipient 4: Kwattro. I've recently become acquainted with him in the Adgetize forum. He collects a variety of things, and blogs about some of them at A Day in a Zoider's World. With such diverse interests, he must be versatile.
Seven Things You May Not Know About Me
1. I am wearing pajamas with flying cows on them!
2. I am wa-a-a-a-ay over-extended. OK, you already knew that
3. I am in the #1 spot at Shared Reviews right now!
4. I'm a Jeopardy! Junkie.
5. I not only hate pink, it makes me nervous.
6. I'm bored with thinking up new things about me.
7. We used to take in foster kids- see Part 2
Part 2 - A Passage
I saw in the paper today where a man we know has died. Actually, he was one of the teens we had on foster care (not "our Sam"), way back when. Doesn't he have sort of a lost puppy look? Maybe if we'd met him when he was younger that sweet boy could have been found and saved. As it was, he stayed with us for two years and was "difficult." I always said that if he didn't end up getting arrested for attempted murder I would consider our efforts a success. But, eventually he was arrested for just that...
But now, as we all will, he has gone on to face the hereafter. The paper gave no indication of what happened. Here's a poem I wrote about him in 1975.
A Prayer for Sam
Sam came back today from spending
Christmas vacation with his Mom.
He was arrogant.
But not quite hateful.
(Did he know how much I fear him?)
When I told him at the dinner table
That he didn’t need to be so nasty,
His eyes filled and
Hate – but
Then faded to scorn.
(Did he see the hate in me?)
Later on he asked if I would make a flag
That he needed for a class at school.
I answered him,
You.” “All right,”
He agreed, reluctantly.
(Did he feel me search for words?)
We cut it out together, just a
White flag with a red cross.
“I can’t do it right.”
He was angry,
“Sure you can, “ I said.
(Did he sense I wasn’t sure?)
He sewed it slowly, but at last
The flag was finished, ready to hand in.
Beautiful – then
“Thanks for helping.”
(Did he see Your love through me?)