Today I get to open my second present, the “Versatile Blogger” award from Marian Allen. The Magic Dog and I are beside ourselves because, hey, you can do that when you’re versatile! Or flexible! At any rate, we’re very, very happy. Getting recognition for blogging is lovely. It’s like getting money for talking. Sort of. Anyhow, we’re pleased as punch to have the “Versatile Blogger” award with which to deck the Magic Doghouse this holiday season. It’s getting very festive around here.
However, as with most of these things, this award comes with strings and conditions. I could, of course, simply keep the award and ignore my moral obligations, but where the fun be in that? Also, probably no one would ever give me an award again. So before I sit back, relax, and enjoy my award, I’ll take the time to say “thank you” nicely to Marian (“Thank you, Marian, this is really lovely.”) and then I’ll fulfill the geas placed upon me as a condition of accepting the award. Here we go:
Thank the person who gave me the award and link back to her. (dunnit)
List seven things about myself.
Give the award to seven friends.
Seven things about myself? Holy cow. I don’t think I even know seven things about myself. Still, though, Marian’s likely to come and repossess the award if I don’t at least give it the old college try.
1. The first thing about me is that I was probably born in the wrong century. Those who know me have referred to me more than once as a “Renaissance Woman.” For those unfamiliar with the term, a Renaissance Man, Woman, or person was an ideal developed during the–you guessed it–Renaissance. A Renaissance person could do a wide range of things well, though he or she might not rise to the level of genius at any of them. For instance, Leonardo DaVinci’s keen interest in engineering, art, and anatomy marks him as a Renaissance Man, though less of one than Raphael, who could paint,and compose music, and sing, and write poetry, and design buildings. None of his work reaches the level of that produced by DaVinci, Michelangelo, and others, but where their genius was deep, his was broad. That’s me. I do a lot of things well, but I’m not a genius at any of them. For instance:
2. I can wire an old truck. This is because we were getting ready for grain harvest one year and the blinkers on my truck didn’t work. My dad handed me a roll of electrical wire, a box of fittings, and a set of wire cutters and told me, “Start at the back lights and trace the wires. Where they’re broken, wire them together. Go until you get to the battery. Make sure it’s connected. Try the lights. If they work, you’re done. If they don’t work, start at the back again and figure out where the connection is broken.” And I did it. I could do it again.
3. I can work all the way through a Kenworth’s gears–up and down–without grinding, and without using the clutch. This will mean nothing to many of you, but I spent every summer from the year I was fifteen to the year I was twenty-four honing that skill, and I still take great pride in it.
4. I can put just about any baby to sleep. It’s not exactly a skill. I don’t really know what it is, except that it’s probably related to my skill at managing dairy cattle without getting them all het up and without getting kicked. It’s probably also related to my soothing effect on clients. People and cows come around me, they calm right down to the point they’re practically comatose.
5. I can multiply decimals. This is my Math Skill, developed because otherwise how could I figure out invoices? I’m hopeless at fractions, geometry, and algebra, but I’m hell on wheels with decimals.
6. I can paint a picture from scratch using PhotoShop. It’s too technical to go into in great detail, but I can hold an image in my head, lay it out, apply color, blend and brush stroke it (no filters; that’s cheating), and come out with something printable. If you doubt me, go check out my online show. The paintings here have been printed numerous times, at sizes ranging from six feet tall to 8 inches tall. And they work.
7. I can write. And I do. Please check out the tabs at the top of this page. Or better yet, buy some books.
8. I can teach. I’m very good at it. And I’m going to be starting doing it again this spring.
9. I can keep three computers, a drafting table, a fax, a telephone, an adolescent boy, and the House Leroy busy, all at the same time.
10. I can type with a cat sitting on my hands.
It appears what I can’t do is either a) follow directions, or b) count. I was only supposed to do seven things; I did ten. Maybe this should become number 11: I’m an over-achiever?
Okay, now for the part you’ve all been waiting for: Who gets the award? I’ve decided to give it to the following people. Enjoy, folks–come get your award–and don’t forget the rules.
That does it, people–take a few minutes and check out these blogs, then come on back. We’ll be waiting.