At a mall on a Saturday during the past month, the store greeter, a small Filipina, greets me as I walk to the American hamburger stand inside. While waiting in line with a group of African-American ladies, for a cup of Ethiopian coffee served by a latino, I noticed a Chinese lady sitting and reading her Chinese language newspaper. Sipping that said coffee in the mall listening to a Chaldean family, whose children were sporting the latest southern California T-shirts, shorts, sandals beach wear. Later, while out in the parking lot we walk amongst the imported Japanese and German cars parked there.
America, this nation of immigrants, must again become strong and remain that way. Let the free market survive.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Once again, "Notes from a (semi-)Clean Desk"
Some time last year I sat down and wrote these beginnings. Prose poems, notes, essays... I don't know where they will go. Just thought I would share them.
1.
I arrive every morning at five minutes to six. Usually, a half hour before dawn. "Oh dark thirty". Suits me just fine. No traffic, quiet commute.
I pull into the parking lot and have the pick of my spots. Most of my associates pick a spot in the parking structure, the garage close to the building. I prefer a spot outside in the lot about a hundred yards from the entrance to the building. I pull in and park in the corner right next to the six inch berm. Stepping out of the car each day I step on the berm. Everyday I have the same thought, "Oh, to be six inches taller." What a different perspective on the world that would be.
This one particular morning I followed the same routine. But this morning I exited my car with a new confidence. I stepped on the berm and notice how good I felt, spiritually. Not just the confidence of the berm but I believe I am entering a new phase in my life. New job, new responsibilities, new goals and challenges. This is an amazing revelation.
2.
Notes for future poems:
When I was young I wore a checkered cap.
I had successes and misfortunes,
I had a checkered past.
Last night I dreamt of your wedding day, and how I wasn't there.
You wore white, and shoes, and had flowers in your hair.
What can I do with these?
Any ideas?
D.
1.
I arrive every morning at five minutes to six. Usually, a half hour before dawn. "Oh dark thirty". Suits me just fine. No traffic, quiet commute.
I pull into the parking lot and have the pick of my spots. Most of my associates pick a spot in the parking structure, the garage close to the building. I prefer a spot outside in the lot about a hundred yards from the entrance to the building. I pull in and park in the corner right next to the six inch berm. Stepping out of the car each day I step on the berm. Everyday I have the same thought, "Oh, to be six inches taller." What a different perspective on the world that would be.
This one particular morning I followed the same routine. But this morning I exited my car with a new confidence. I stepped on the berm and notice how good I felt, spiritually. Not just the confidence of the berm but I believe I am entering a new phase in my life. New job, new responsibilities, new goals and challenges. This is an amazing revelation.
2.
Notes for future poems:
When I was young I wore a checkered cap.
I had successes and misfortunes,
I had a checkered past.
Last night I dreamt of your wedding day, and how I wasn't there.
You wore white, and shoes, and had flowers in your hair.
What can I do with these?
Any ideas?
D.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Baseball, spring training, Dallas Green, Ken Caminiti, Gaylord Perry
Updated - December 1, 2022
Recently I had a conversation about baseball with a good friend. It brought back some baseball memories.
I grew up in New Orleans. New Orleans had a minor league team for awhile in the 60s (before my time there) and then again in the 1980s to present (after my time). I remember the newscasters talking about local players, but never as much as a hometown team would have warranted.
I was a fan as a kid – played little league and all that, never any good. But I never had an allegiance until I move here to SD for the second time in 1981 (I lived here for six months in 1979). I remember, when I was working at Denny's, cooking breakfast for Gaylord Perry, who was on his way to spring training in 1979 (right after he won the Cy Young in 1978). Wish I had gotten his autograph. I was 20 and stupid.
I learned about the inner workings of bb in the fall of 1980. I wanted to go fishing during the playoffs. My roommate wanted to wait until after the Phillies finished out their playoff game. Dallas Green was the manager and he made some strategic moves that, once explained to me, made me realize that this was the game and intellectual pursuit I was looking for. And for the next 18 years it was. Until Ken Caminiti died. And I realized that is WAS all about money. I may get back into it. I don’t know.
My friend invited me and my wife to Spring Training but I am still trying to catch up financially from my layoff. And my wife isn’t really interested in that kind of trip. My son is more involved with his band and getting out of school. I may not get to spring training this year. Maybe next season. We shall see.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Requiem for Childhood
(For my Mom and Dad)
From boyhood to manhood you pass
like sweet morning rain.
The songs you sang the morning last
are now a new refrain.
No longer held in mother's arms
no longer take of father's bread
This life is yours with great alarm
there's another place to make your bed.
Make of your life what you will
be never too ashamed.
Your dreams are but your plans to build
your tools are what you've gained.
If ever dreams let you down
if ever dreams go nowhere,
There are greater things to get you down
and greater burdens to bear.
by David R. Normand
C. 1979
From boyhood to manhood you pass
like sweet morning rain.
The songs you sang the morning last
are now a new refrain.
No longer held in mother's arms
no longer take of father's bread
This life is yours with great alarm
there's another place to make your bed.
Make of your life what you will
be never too ashamed.
Your dreams are but your plans to build
your tools are what you've gained.
If ever dreams let you down
if ever dreams go nowhere,
There are greater things to get you down
and greater burdens to bear.
by David R. Normand
C. 1979
Come to Me, a Poem by David R. Normand
If ever lives were destined
Ours were of the fate.
Hoping to be entwined
We wound up separate.
Time was all you asked for
From one such as me,
But my impatience was at war
With my loyalty.
Compassion from the heart
Forgiveness from the soul,
Despair is just a state of mind
With no place to go.
Come to me, my lover lost
And soothe the heart that yearns
Before I die old and gray
The oldest man that learns.
By David R. Normand
C. 1979
Notes from my desk.
Ours were of the fate.
Hoping to be entwined
We wound up separate.
Time was all you asked for
From one such as me,
But my impatience was at war
With my loyalty.
Compassion from the heart
Forgiveness from the soul,
Despair is just a state of mind
With no place to go.
Come to me, my lover lost
And soothe the heart that yearns
Before I die old and gray
The oldest man that learns.
By David R. Normand
C. 1979
Notes from my desk.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
snacks on my driveway
Took a sick day today. I was fighting a cold. Mega doses of Vitamin C helped. I am feeling much better after a day of rest and de-stressing.
I got up this morning and had some coffee, read the paper and settled down on the couch. I opened the curtains, grabbed my blanket and coffee and was hoping to read a book. It was real nice sitting there reading with sun coming through the trees and the window.
Sat there with my book when all of a sudden there were several black flashes outside the window. Shadows were moving in front of the window. Ok. What is that? I got up and looked out. There were three crows wandering about on my driveway. They were picking up the seeds from the ash trees. Fine. Not bothering anyone. And the seeds they eat don't sprout in my flower beds. Less weeding for me.
Have fun. Enjoy the snack.
D.
I got up this morning and had some coffee, read the paper and settled down on the couch. I opened the curtains, grabbed my blanket and coffee and was hoping to read a book. It was real nice sitting there reading with sun coming through the trees and the window.
Sat there with my book when all of a sudden there were several black flashes outside the window. Shadows were moving in front of the window. Ok. What is that? I got up and looked out. There were three crows wandering about on my driveway. They were picking up the seeds from the ash trees. Fine. Not bothering anyone. And the seeds they eat don't sprout in my flower beds. Less weeding for me.
Have fun. Enjoy the snack.
D.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Messages
We had dinner tonight at my Dad's. After dinner, while my sister and my wife were cleaning up the kitchen, I stood there by the phone looking around at my mom's domain. I noticed the white board with all the messages for the family and day care. Next to the message board is the TV and above the TV is a picture of some flowers.
While looking around I noticed that the picture was hanging crooked on the wall. My mom's voice in my head told me to straighten the picture. It was just like she was sitting there.
I took the picture off the wall, dusted it off, and hung it back on the wall, straight.
Thanks for being there Mom.
D.
While looking around I noticed that the picture was hanging crooked on the wall. My mom's voice in my head told me to straighten the picture. It was just like she was sitting there.
I took the picture off the wall, dusted it off, and hung it back on the wall, straight.
Thanks for being there Mom.
D.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
My Mother
“Mama said there’d be days like this. There’d be days like this my mama said.”
I lost my dear, sweet mother on Tuesday. She was the sweetest lady we could ever know. She died in the morning. We are at a loss for words and direction. She was the one who we would call when we needed comfort.
Mom died Tuesday Morning, October 18, at 4:55 AM. I arrived at the hospital 20 minutes too late. I believe she left us sometime earlier than that. We spent two and a half days in the Medical Intensive Care Waiting room praying for her survival. We knew it was a hard fight.
We sat there with strangers, each sharing their own little pain. Strangers with different lives as rich and deep as ours. Loves, challenges, pains and memories. Just as ours. This is life. This is what we do.
I look around me these past few days. I don’t see any strangers. I see family. I see all those people my mother has touched, directly, or through the sweet lives she has influenced. She married my father, a man strong in faith and beliefs. She raised seven children and 13 grandchildren. She looked after so many children in her 20+ years as a day care provider. She has influenced a great many lives. Look around you, you can see a face that has gazed upon my mother’s smile.
We went back to Mom and Dad’s house to begin our final arrangements. One of my sisters from Texas asked me if Mom had any special or favorite phrases. I said look around the house. The house is filled with pictures of those phrases. “When there is love in the house, there is joy in the heart.” “Welcome to our home, Here find peace and love wrapped in your arms.” I am sure these were gifts, given to my mom because of those feelings that our house embodied. She was a dear, sweet, kind woman.
One of my earliest memories is of my mom. Of course. She was watching the JFK burial on TV. My brothers and sisters and I were playing in another room. My mom was in the kitchen crying. I think I felt worried for her. But I knew she was stronger than myself; I believe I was only four.
I also remember that when I was a kid, probably about 10, I overheard my mother confide in an older lady friend of hers. My mom was worried about her newly developing crows feet and other assorted wrinkles that come along with age. My mom was wondering what there was to be done. This older woman announced to my mother that those were nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Those wrinkles, or laugh lines, were a tribute to how much she enjoyed life. A tribute to how often she smiled and how popular she was.
Some people call them "worry lines", some call them "laugh lines", whatever you want to call them, they make up who we are. We are what life makes us. We are what we become. Our experiences, our fears, our laughter, our smiles and our problems, they all take their toll on us. They all help to sculpt the lines of our face.
I was ten. I am now past 50. I have lived. My mom has lived. She has seen all of her children grow to responsible adults. My mom has seen the birth of 13 grandkids. She has taken care of countless children in her day care. She died way too soon.
My mom was as aspiring English teacher when she met my dad. I know she loved literature. Maybe I got my love of words from her. I know one of her favorite poets was Longfellow. But I came across two poems that kind of describe how I feel. Not by Longfellow, but by Auden. I shall recount only parts of them here. Mom was my shining star. A light in the night sky that I could count on. She was always there…
From “The More Loving One”:
“Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.”
And from “Funeral Blues”:
“[S]he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
David.
I lost my dear, sweet mother on Tuesday. She was the sweetest lady we could ever know. She died in the morning. We are at a loss for words and direction. She was the one who we would call when we needed comfort.
Mom died Tuesday Morning, October 18, at 4:55 AM. I arrived at the hospital 20 minutes too late. I believe she left us sometime earlier than that. We spent two and a half days in the Medical Intensive Care Waiting room praying for her survival. We knew it was a hard fight.
We sat there with strangers, each sharing their own little pain. Strangers with different lives as rich and deep as ours. Loves, challenges, pains and memories. Just as ours. This is life. This is what we do.
I look around me these past few days. I don’t see any strangers. I see family. I see all those people my mother has touched, directly, or through the sweet lives she has influenced. She married my father, a man strong in faith and beliefs. She raised seven children and 13 grandchildren. She looked after so many children in her 20+ years as a day care provider. She has influenced a great many lives. Look around you, you can see a face that has gazed upon my mother’s smile.
We went back to Mom and Dad’s house to begin our final arrangements. One of my sisters from Texas asked me if Mom had any special or favorite phrases. I said look around the house. The house is filled with pictures of those phrases. “When there is love in the house, there is joy in the heart.” “Welcome to our home, Here find peace and love wrapped in your arms.” I am sure these were gifts, given to my mom because of those feelings that our house embodied. She was a dear, sweet, kind woman.
One of my earliest memories is of my mom. Of course. She was watching the JFK burial on TV. My brothers and sisters and I were playing in another room. My mom was in the kitchen crying. I think I felt worried for her. But I knew she was stronger than myself; I believe I was only four.
I also remember that when I was a kid, probably about 10, I overheard my mother confide in an older lady friend of hers. My mom was worried about her newly developing crows feet and other assorted wrinkles that come along with age. My mom was wondering what there was to be done. This older woman announced to my mother that those were nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Those wrinkles, or laugh lines, were a tribute to how much she enjoyed life. A tribute to how often she smiled and how popular she was.
Some people call them "worry lines", some call them "laugh lines", whatever you want to call them, they make up who we are. We are what life makes us. We are what we become. Our experiences, our fears, our laughter, our smiles and our problems, they all take their toll on us. They all help to sculpt the lines of our face.
I was ten. I am now past 50. I have lived. My mom has lived. She has seen all of her children grow to responsible adults. My mom has seen the birth of 13 grandkids. She has taken care of countless children in her day care. She died way too soon.
My mom was as aspiring English teacher when she met my dad. I know she loved literature. Maybe I got my love of words from her. I know one of her favorite poets was Longfellow. But I came across two poems that kind of describe how I feel. Not by Longfellow, but by Auden. I shall recount only parts of them here. Mom was my shining star. A light in the night sky that I could count on. She was always there…
From “The More Loving One”:
“Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.”
And from “Funeral Blues”:
“[S]he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
David.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Ode to the Boston Red Sox
I actually wrote this poem late last summer, shortly after I was laid off from my job in July, 2010. The Red Sox are now catching some heat. It is not fair, really. They are better than that. But here is some poetry that I offer as my take on "stumbling":
For a moment there I stumbled, lost my balance.
Yes, I fell. It happens, at my age and circumstance.
While laying on the floor the only thing on my mind
was that this doesn't seem right.
I used to walk upright, head held high,
shoulders back.
I used to have the self-confidence to stand tall.
Used to...but lately...
I momentarily lost my balance.
I can pull myself up
And get back on my feet.
Yes, I fell. It happens, at my age and circumstance.
While laying on the floor the only thing on my mind
was that this doesn't seem right.
I used to walk upright, head held high,
shoulders back.
I used to have the self-confidence to stand tall.
Used to...but lately...
I momentarily lost my balance.
I can pull myself up
And get back on my feet.
D.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Spider on the Porch
Some pictures from my front porch, 10 PM, Saturday, September 3, 2011. Enjoy. Don't get too close.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Vultures
Vultures
A World of Vultures
they prey on your soul
And if you would feed them
they never let go.
They eat of your food
and steal from your friends
And when they have your beginnings
they'll take up your ends.
C. 1979
Just digging through my files and found this little poem. I don't remember the inspiration, I don't remember the context. It might have just been the cadence and rhyme that got me going. I hope you enjoy it.
D.
A World of Vultures
they prey on your soul
And if you would feed them
they never let go.
They eat of your food
and steal from your friends
And when they have your beginnings
they'll take up your ends.
C. 1979
Just digging through my files and found this little poem. I don't remember the inspiration, I don't remember the context. It might have just been the cadence and rhyme that got me going. I hope you enjoy it.
D.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Long Beach, California Harbor view
This past weekend we made a trek to the Los Angeles area for a wedding. The day after, on our way home, we stopped in Long Beach for lunch and to walk around. We were in Long Beach to take advantage of the free BBQ dinner being offered to all people named Dave, David or Davy by “Famous Daves BBQ”. And all the Daves were extremely friendly. After a great lunch, we decided to take a leisurely walk back to the car. So we decided to walk along the water.
There is a point in Long Beach harbor, near the aquarium, where you can look out to sea, past the American Pride schooner, past the lighthouse, and you can see the Queen Mary cruise liner/Hotel. Just beyond the Queen Mary is the new cruise terminal. And docked at the new terminal was a huge, modern cruise ship. (I didn't catch the name.) The beauty of the view was the juxtaposition of the old and new. An old three masted schooner, an old warning system (lighthouse), with the new, the Queen Mary and the new modern, state-of-the-art cruise ship, with its diesel engines and satellite weather monitoring system. Just a beautiful view. It was a nice walk.
There is a point in Long Beach harbor, near the aquarium, where you can look out to sea, past the American Pride schooner, past the lighthouse, and you can see the Queen Mary cruise liner/Hotel. Just beyond the Queen Mary is the new cruise terminal. And docked at the new terminal was a huge, modern cruise ship. (I didn't catch the name.) The beauty of the view was the juxtaposition of the old and new. An old three masted schooner, an old warning system (lighthouse), with the new, the Queen Mary and the new modern, state-of-the-art cruise ship, with its diesel engines and satellite weather monitoring system. Just a beautiful view. It was a nice walk.
Just don’t look at the litter floating in the water...
D.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Chicken Sitting
Yes, I said chicken sitting. One of my daughter's best friends from high school is home from college this summer. She was staying with some friends and watching their nine chickens while the family is on vacation. In our town you can have chickens as long as there is no rooster. This keeps the noise down.
My daughter's friend came by tonight to drop off some of the eggs she has been collecting for the past week. We hadn't seen her all summer. She is like another daughter to me. I am extremely proud of her. She had about three dozen eggs.
She came over right after dinner. She came in dressed like a little farm girl. So cute. She had about three dozen eggs in cartons which she carried in a little basket. Yes, a basket.
I was aghast. I told her that I was shocked that she would do that. After all the advice that everyone has given her over the years she should have known. You never put all of your eggs in one basket.
D.
My daughter's friend came by tonight to drop off some of the eggs she has been collecting for the past week. We hadn't seen her all summer. She is like another daughter to me. I am extremely proud of her. She had about three dozen eggs.
She came over right after dinner. She came in dressed like a little farm girl. So cute. She had about three dozen eggs in cartons which she carried in a little basket. Yes, a basket.
I was aghast. I told her that I was shocked that she would do that. After all the advice that everyone has given her over the years she should have known. You never put all of your eggs in one basket.
D.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I Told Her
She says she stays awake at night
Just to hear me breathe.
She says she needs to assure herself
That I would never leave.
I'm not sure what I can say,
I said I would never go.
I told her that when we wed,
Twenty glad years ago.
David Normand
Copyright, July, 2007
Just to hear me breathe.
She says she needs to assure herself
That I would never leave.
I'm not sure what I can say,
I said I would never go.
I told her that when we wed,
Twenty glad years ago.
David Normand
Copyright, July, 2007
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Random Thoughts
For some time now I have been considering taking a vow of silence. I am mentioning this here because in my thoughts I consider a great many things. I have debates on a myriad of issues. Life and death, right and wrong. But I get distracted and find myself speaking. And - for all of my friends - you know I suffer from hoof and mouth disease. I sometimes only open my mouth to change feet.
I am more thoughtful on paper. Like a well-trained dog.
[I am posting this consideration here because if I posted it on Facebook I know there are a cadre of people (family AND friends) who would heartily endorse and encourage that prospect. They would love to shut me up.]
===================================================================
I think my daughter started this thought with me:
What material are you?
Are you Wool? Good in any weather.
Are you silk? Usable only in the fairest weather.
I am water. Sometimes I get steamed.
But I can roll with the flow.
Sometimes I freeze, can’t be moved, and I can be pretty cold.
D.
I am more thoughtful on paper. Like a well-trained dog.
[I am posting this consideration here because if I posted it on Facebook I know there are a cadre of people (family AND friends) who would heartily endorse and encourage that prospect. They would love to shut me up.]
===================================================================
I think my daughter started this thought with me:
What material are you?
Are you Wool? Good in any weather.
Are you silk? Usable only in the fairest weather.
I am water. Sometimes I get steamed.
But I can roll with the flow.
Sometimes I freeze, can’t be moved, and I can be pretty cold.
D.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Final Jeopardy Question
On tonight's episode of Jeopardy there was an interesting final question. The question was (I will paraphrase it) "With 301 miles of coastline, this state has the longest coastline of all the states that were part of the original 13 colonies." I paused the show and my wife and I started our deliberations. I called my son in from the other room. We all had a great discussion. My son telling me several times that I was wrong. We each chose our answers and resumed the show. The answer was....
My wife got it right. Or close to it. I was wrong, as was my son. But as he was leaving the room he said he was right about one thing. I asked him what. He said "I was right about you being wrong."
Teenagers. Geesh!!
My wife got it right. Or close to it. I was wrong, as was my son. But as he was leaving the room he said he was right about one thing. I asked him what. He said "I was right about you being wrong."
Teenagers. Geesh!!
Monday, February 28, 2011
2011 Oscar Broadcast
I watched the Oscar's last night along with my wife. And I don't mind the broadcast being longer than four hours. We love going to movies so this is kind of a tradition for us. I thought that Anne Hathaway did a great job with her hosting duties. I think she really shined and she was the highlight of the duo. I think she is a great character. I thought James Franco looked a little "out of place".
I think both are extremely talented in their own ways and I was hoping for the best in the broadcast. I was hoping that they would do well. And I think Anne did. She is funny.
We are looking forward to seeing the rest of the nominated movies. We will have to rent them.
Happy movie going.
D.
I think both are extremely talented in their own ways and I was hoping for the best in the broadcast. I was hoping that they would do well. And I think Anne did. She is funny.
We are looking forward to seeing the rest of the nominated movies. We will have to rent them.
Happy movie going.
D.
Monday, February 21, 2011
conferences
It has been suggested to me that I should attend a very prestigious writer's conference which I have attended before. Unfortunately, this year I have nothing to present. I have nothing complete to present. I have many works in the planning stage but I have been planning on those for years now. I still add notes to the files but I have not constructed any paragraphs or story boards yet.
I am a work in progress. I am a compilation of notes and typos. I need an editor. I need a publisher. I need someone to push me.
Besides, I get distracted.
D.
I am a work in progress. I am a compilation of notes and typos. I need an editor. I need a publisher. I need someone to push me.
Besides, I get distracted.
D.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Christina's Day
Hello All. I hope you are having a great week.
I was watching the news tonight and there were several stories about little Christina Taylor Green's funeral. I was, have been all weekend, deeply touched by this little girl's life. It sounds like she led a charmed life.
Maybe it is coincidence that she was born on September 11, 2001. But I am sure she was a gift from God. Her life and death may not tell us any thing more than life is preciously short and we must make the best of it. I know that was said during her service. "Make the most of your time here."
And I had an idea. Why not call September 11th, in addition to a day of rememberance, why not make it a day of hope. Let's call it Christina's day. I think she deserves it.
David.
I was watching the news tonight and there were several stories about little Christina Taylor Green's funeral. I was, have been all weekend, deeply touched by this little girl's life. It sounds like she led a charmed life.
Maybe it is coincidence that she was born on September 11, 2001. But I am sure she was a gift from God. Her life and death may not tell us any thing more than life is preciously short and we must make the best of it. I know that was said during her service. "Make the most of your time here."
And I had an idea. Why not call September 11th, in addition to a day of rememberance, why not make it a day of hope. Let's call it Christina's day. I think she deserves it.
David.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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