DP: Far From Normal

This is a frightening thing for me–admitting my abnormalities.  Frightening, because there’s a lot of psychoanalytical ground to plow.  Right now, I’m cursing at my keyboard.  The keyboard’s in no way responsible for my lack of typing skills.  If anyone thinks I’m giving away all my secrets–they’re crazier than I am.  Limiting peculiarities to approximately six, I can handle.

I’m uncomfortable around people who reveal too much about themselves.  I’ve had to overcome shyness over the years.  My fantasy life has always been more interesting than my real one.  It’s a kind of “Walter Mittyish” thing.  I’m turned off by loud, obnoxious people.  As I child, I was an instigator–nowhere to be found when the spit hit the fan.  I used “plausible deniability,” long before the term was popularized.  Still waters ran deep.  As an adult, I could be seen as quiet, hard to get to know, some would say I’m anti-social.  For those willing to get acquainted, I’m worth the effort.

I have an aversion to taking pictures of people–prefer animals and landscapes.  It’s the same with my drawings:  I can draw a cartoon with insect characters to the finest detail, but not human characters.  I like my two pet dogs better than I like most people.  Sometimes I exhibit obsessive-compulsive behavior.  I recheck lights and doors.  I’m never completely satisfied with blog entries–rewrite, correct, over-and-over.  I write and eat left-handed, but do everything else right-handed.  I’m ambidextrous.  I eat salad after a meal, not before–in lieu of dessert.  Even as a skinny kid, I could never get a hula hoop to work.

A favorite pastime is watching “B” science fiction movies from the fifties–like “Plan 9 From Outer Space.”  The cheesier the special effects, the better.  My very favorite cartoon series of all time is “Rocky and Bullwinkle.”  I liked it because it was written on different levels.  It also had some of the best political and social satire ever written.  I also enjoyed watching “Pinkie and the Brain” with my grandchildren.

I’m a lifetime student of human behavior–an endless source of story material.  I look for oddities and absurdities–anything and everything is fair game.  Maybe my abnormalities won’t be abnormal enough?  No matter, I’ve lived with them for sixty-four years.  We’ve become friends.



Climbing a tree

A young explorer
Climbed a tree
To get a better view
Mom and Dad
Weren’t watching
There wasn’t
Much to do

Sought answers
To questions
There was so
Much to know
Where did birds
Go to sleep?
Why, were grownups
So slow?

He climbed
Still higher
To find more
Reasons why
Did the sun
Still shine
On cloudy days?
Could you
Really touch
The sky?

Osprey Family


Osprey couple
Circled overhead
Called to each other
In reassuring tones

For days on end
Carried sticks
Pine boughs
Together constructed
Suitable nest

  In the male’s talons
A  wriggling catfish
Breakfast for hungry
Nested fledglings

 Mother and father
Held endless vigil
While one fed
And guarded
The other hunted

Grandma’s Garden


 Something was
Always in bloom
Grandma’s garden
Was home
To angel statues
And gnomes
In early spring
Earliest crocus
Shoots of green
Pushed through snow
It was a magical thing

Grandma always
Had, time for
“Hows” and “whys”
Meandering paths
Went through
The middle
Picked colorful
Flower bouquets
When I was little
Grandma didn’t care
Butterflies, hummingbirds
Were always there