Arlington National Cemetery
On this Memorial Day weekend, please pause to remember the sacrifices.
Arlington National Cemetery
On this Memorial Day weekend, please pause to remember the sacrifices.
Nearly Normal
What is that
anyway?
My three
daughters gave me a key chain years ago. It read, “Nearly Normal.” Eons later, one of those daughters gave me
the mug you see pictured. She added the "We love you anyway!" She’s also given me an expensive charm bracelet with
a disc engraved with those same words.
Like a
flakey little piece of snow, I suppose I am uncommon in a few ways. Not many,
mind you, just a few.
I gave
myself a surprise party. That’s when I received the first gift, the key chain,
Yep! You
read that right. I gave a surprise birthday party for myself. Well, who else
does such a thing? Someone who is nearly, almost, completely normal—that’s who.
I bought my
presents and had them professionally wrapped. I designed my birthday cake. It
resembled a wedding tier, and I had it iced with cream cheese frosting tinted a
salmon color. The cake was beautiful. I invited friends to meet me in San
Antonio for my surprise party.
After I
arrived at the hotel on the River Walk, I decorated my room with streamers, signs,
balloons, cake, goodies, and displayed the gifts I had bought. When the room
was ready, I invited the group inside. When they opened the door, I yelled,
“Surprise!” Then I sang Happy Birthday
to myself.
Among the
gifts friends and family brought was the key chain. “Nearly Normal.” I still
have it today.
I dreamed I was eating a screetch. What is that, you ask?
It was a mashed sweet potato mixed with crushed pineapple. This mixture was encased in a flaky pastry and was tasty.
In my dream, I ask the cook what it was, and she replied, "A screetch."
I've never had that combination before, and now that I am awake, I'm not sure about it, either. I liked it in my dream.
Why did the cook title the dish screetch?
She didn't say.
I have a theory as to why I dreamed a strange name. I'm trying to think of a pseudonym for me. I'm writing a new book, and I will use a different name other than my own.
I think I told you how Amazon gets my books mixed up with gay literature. When someone typed in my name, they got the gay genre, and nothing from me. I was lost.
After all the phone calls from my publishers and me, they still do somewhat. Currently, when you type in Gay N. Lewis in the Amazon search bar, you will see some of my books, but not all of them. Mixed in with my books is the gay genre.
I want people to find me and all my books! I'm on other booksellers, and they haven't mixed me up. But Amazon is the largest bookseller.
What should I call myself?
I know what name I won't use. "Screetch."
I'm not much of a cook, but I might try mixing sweet potato and pineapple. What kind of pastry to use?
It kinda sounds good.
If any of my readers try this mixture, let me know.