I received a lovely surprise the other day. I want to emphasize lovely because many of the surprises I’ve been subjected to in my life have not been lovely.
Like the black mold we found behind the kitchen sink when Mike pulled out the old cabinets:
(Bleccch! Maybe this isn’t such a great picture for the start of a post. Hope you’ll keep reading…)
Fortunately, the surprise I’m referring to now is not of that variety.
Instead, this one was a message from fellow blogger, Megan, at adjacentengels.wordpress.com . Megan has graciously nominated me for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” What an honor! I’m humbly excited to pass the fun along.
There are five guidelines for accepting this award:
- Link back to the blogger who nominated you.
- Paste the award image on your blog, anywhere.
- Tell them seven facts about yourself.
- Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award.
- Contact the bloggers that you have chosen to let them know that they have been nominated.
Seven facts about me? Hmm…Maybe it’s best to just list the first things that come to mind and see what happens:
1. I hadn’t met another Willow until I was in my thirties, and she was actually a goat. A shaggy, smelly, cantankerous creature who stared at me like I didn’t have a right to our name.
2. I like to put coffee instead of milk on my Cocoa Puffs.
3. I once dove fully clothed into a river to pursue a fish that had jumped out of the net I was holding up to show it off. I caught it back with my bare hands.
4. Besides writing, my other favorite hobby is huckleberry-picking in the mountains that surround our home.
5. I birthed the first four of my six kids in four years, 1983-1987.
6. I once traveled 500 miles in an old, monolithic Chevy Suburban with a full-size mattress bungeed to the car roof.
7. I’ve reached middle age without, even once, meeting someone who has ordered liver and onions in a restaurant.
I have really appreciated the writing and insights of the following bloggers, so would like to nominate them for the One Lovely Blog Award:
Janelle – http://mymenandme.wordpress.com
A. Dumois – http://adumois.wordpress.com
Debbie Rea – http://debbiereajohnston.wordpress.com
Tilly Bud – http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com
Melanie – http://thecoffeeclubandme.wordpress.com
Christine – http://godspace.wordpress.com
The Author – http://samegodnewme.wordpress.com
One thing that is especially nice about receiving an award through the convenience of cyberspace is that I don’t have to go to some potentially risky affair in order to receive it. I don’t have worry about making my way in unstable shoes to a podium, or be captured with my mouth wide open or one eye closed in celebratory photographs. I can simply acknowledge the kindness of my fellow blogger and accept this award through the safety of my computer monitor. Thank you, Megan.
Those of you who have read any of my previous blogs know why I am uneasy in public situations. I’ve just had too many things go wrong in front of people. My unlucky moments and blunders are rarely discreet, private humiliations. They’ve tended to be of the more overt, ghastly variety.
And that is exactly why I have always had a soft spot for former president, George Bush Sr.–George H.W. Bush, that is.
It has nothing to do with politics. It’s about the fact that Mr. Bush Sr. handled a ghastly public faux pas with so much light-heartedness that he will always be a role model for me. He faced an international dinner disaster with enough grace to make me and all the other spontaneous public bleeders and vomiters of this world quite proud.
Case in point:
A 1992 New York Times article reported the following incident that occurred while then-president George H.W. Bush was seated at a state dinner in Tokyo with Japanese Prime Minister Miyazawa:
At 7:20 P.M., Mr. Bush entered the dining hall for a four-course dinner… He was to exchange toasts with Mr. Miyazawa, a ritual at all such dinners, a little over an hour later. Instead, as Japanese television footage vividly showed, Mr. Bush, who already looked tired, became suddenly and dramatically ill.
He threw up on his shirt and suit jacket, rolled backward in his chair and tilted toward Mr. Miyazawa, who sat with Mrs. Bush to his left, and appeared about to collapse when a Secret Service agent vaulted atop the dinner table and a second eased him to the floor…The President’s host, Prime Minister Kiichi Miyazawa, cradled his head for some minutes until Mr. Bush was strong enough to get up on his own.
…Mr. Bush was on the floor for some time, while a worried Mr. Miyazawa and Mrs. Bush hovered over him and aides removed his jacket. An official said an uncomfortable silence descended over the room until Mrs. Bush, convinced that her husband was not seriously ill, offered reassurances. (My note–You gotta love this. Mrs. Bush has apparently been through such things before.)
After the incident, Mr. Bush walked from Miyazawa’s official residence under his own power, but looking haggard and wan, and wearing a green overcoat provided by a Secret Service agent to cover regurgitated food on his clothes.
Over a bedlam of clamoring reporters and Japanese security police who physically restrained them, he was heard to say: “I feel good.”
Today, Mrs. Bush’s press secretary, Ana Perez, told reporters that the First Lady heard the President joke as he lay on the floor.
“He said to the Prime Minister, ‘Why don’t you roll me under the table and I’ll sleep it off while you finish the dinner,'” she said.
Wow! Talk about grace under fire. Again, you just gotta love it.
I also read that it was later reported the Japanese coined a phrase, bushu-suru, meaning “embarrassing public vomiting” or, literally, “to do a Bush.”
The only tie-in to Pharisaism that I’ll make in this post is simply to say that the Matthew 23:6 account of Pharisees’ “loving the place of honor at banquets” is one of the only Pharisaism symptoms that I can honestly say I didn’t exhibit in the entire time I suffered from that nasty religious disease.
That was a good thing, because my avoidance of banquets has probably saved more than one important person from getting a staining substance spilled on them, or, heaven forbid, having me throw up on them and them having to cradle my head in their lap while security people vaulted over our table. And Mike probably wouldn’t relish the idea of coming to my rescue with a face-covering napkin, either.
Of course, all of this is written under the premise that I could be invited as the honored guest at a banquet, which, to date, hasn’t happened anyway. Thank goodness.
I think the Pharisees must have been the more organized types. The type that can get a little big-headed about their unstained, unripped clothing and pristine reputations. The type of people that were simply more mindful, more careful than people like me.
The type who own closetfuls of white, cream, and ecru-colored expensive suits and wear them with confidence to local cherry harvest food and beverage festivals.
There’s more to be said about Pharisaical carefulness, so in my next post I’ll take a closer look at it. For now, I’m just happily accepting my award while sitting in the comfort of my stained bathrobe and eating my delicious coffee-mushed Cocoa Puffs.
Thank you again, my fellow lovely blogger, Megan.
 Wines, Michael. “Bush Collapses at State Dinner With the Japanese.” http://www.nytimes.com/1992/01/09/