Normalcy Is Back In Effect

Kage Baker approved of normalcy. For a given value of normalcy, anyway. A value mostly exclusive to her household, and not in particular alignment with anyone else’s definition.

On the other hand, she felt strongly that other people ought to identify their own version of what was normal, and stick to it. It would make people happier, she felt, and maybe even promote peace. Especially the versions of those whose idea of “normal” included defining it for other folks – and applying same by force. If those people could be taught to be happy in the privacy of their own homes and leave the rest of the world alone, they – and the world – would be a much nicer place.

She figured that in most of the cases, this would actually be easier for the frantic would-be enforcers of a lowest-common-denomination “normalcy”. Think of the energy expended by people like Glenn Beck, and that lady down the street who demands to see the plastic poop bags being carried by every dog-owner who passes her porch. Consider the wear and tear on their nervous systems; contemplate the damage done by their blood bouncing more and more anxiously against their capillary walls! People don’t seem to die of apoplexy as much as they used to, but that’s no excuse for Society to ignore the needs of those still prone to the ailment.

There’s a guy on my block who sneaks out carefully after dark to edge his neighbor’s lawns. That’s because none of us apparently do it the way it’s supposed to be done. Those of us converting to drought-conscious xeriscaping are giving him even more problems … it’s hard to edge gravel or Hottentot fig. And of course, he only comes out at night, so as to minimize the chances someone will come out and offer to insert his damned edger in an anatomically awkward place … which tactic would work better if he didn’t use a loud gas-operated machine. Imagine how much easier his life would be if he could learn how to be content with his own “normal” lawn!

Another neighbor is growing more and more strident about the local wildlife. Here on the edges of the San Fernando Valley, Griffith Park and the LA River, we have a broader and more diverse ecology than pugs, Chihuahuas and house cats. The mere sight of skunks, possums and raccoons is upsetting her. The bob cats, pumas and coyotes are driving her to a dangerous peak of terror. She doesn’t even care for deer! You have to pity someone who is afraid of Bambi. I don’t think anyone has had the heart to tell her how close the bears are getting – but I really think some mild re-education on what constitutes “normal” wildlife would help her peace of mind; and discourage her from hiring bounty-hunters.

These sorts of contretemps are why Kage preferred to live at some distance from her human neighbors. Living in the Hollywood Hills for her first 40 years established an unusually cosmopolitan view of what is normal … and how privacy and common courtesy help keep it all smooth and pleasant. None of Kage’s habits were especially peculiar. For a writer … but she needed more total silence than most households produce; ours was thus one given to long periods of utter quiet while Kage wrote. At the same time (sometimes literally) Kage needed specific music input: soundtracks for the stories. Hence, in our house, listening to, say, A Pilgrim’s Progress  or the 1812 Overture, over and over for 8 hours at a time was – well, normal.

So was ice cream for dinner, midnight Chinese food picnics, lighting the entire house with candles (guests sometimes had difficulties in the bathroom, but most adapted well) and getting boxes of armour pieces via UPS. Having the neighbors call the cops when they observed us carrying life-sized wooden statues wrapped in Turkish rugs up the stairs. Accidentally dying the back stairs orange with gallons of onion peel in hot water. Having an armed encampment of swordsmen in the back garden.

We put up with situation comedy soundtracks, football games, drunken quarrels, the perfume of burnt dinners, evictions, break-ups. fornication, and blood feuds from the neighbors. On the few occasions we had any – we did go to considerable lengths not to, and spent less than 5 years of our adult lives in apartment buildings. But normalcy, Dear Readers, comes in all flavours, after all.

So today, the world is pretty much back to normal. Robin Williams was accompanied into immortality by Lauren Bacall – what a ferry ride that must have been! – and the airways are full of praise and scandal for them both. Ms. Bacall is being remembered for exactly ONE line of dialogue from a lifetime of stardom. Mr. Williams is being castigated by conservative talk show hosts, and mourned by gorillas.

Yep, all normal around here.





About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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10 Responses to Normalcy Is Back In Effect

  1. Tom says:

    My gorilla pals are indeed bereft – and now I believe your Aunt Ann is the sole remaining exemplar of True Hollywood Glamor.


    • Kate says:

      Very nearly, and we all worry every time one of her contemporaries moves on. So far, the dear lady still reigns in grace and happiness in Brentwood, but … she is quite venerable. She is the younger of the two sisters, but Mamma would have been 95 earlier this month … on Lamma Even at night, like Juliette. So I’m not sure how old Auntie is (because she’s moved the goal posts several times) but she’s approaching mythic.


  2. Persephone says:

    Sent via the Samsung GALAXY S®4, an AT&T 4G LTE smartphone


  3. mizkizzle says:

    I, for one, would welcome Edger Man to my yard with open arms. Would you and your neighbors be willing to take up a collection to pay his airfare to New Jersey? Have a bake sale, perhaps? Or a car wash?
    Seriously, though, these types of neighbors are a pain. I’d perfer to inhabit a bunker or a mountain redout rather than to have to deal with them.
    Our local Poop Bag Lady was recently taken away to a nursing home, where she’s undoubtedly giving everybody nine kinds of hell. I do a little dance of celebration every time I walk my dog past her now-vacant house.


  4. Medrith says:

    We have a neighbor who likes to have nighttime bonfires and who starts them with enough gasoline that you feel the WHUMP of ignition in your feet (he lives 2 large lots away) before you see the tremendous column of orange flame. Right now he has a pig in his back yard, which he plans to cook in October. However he is also the guy who leaves his fresh homegrown vegetables on our porch and who asked us for our standing dead tree for a bonfire. When we said sure, he and a few other guys came over, cut it, removed it and cleaned up the site!! All in far less than an hour and it was a pretty big tree.


    • Kate says:

      Ah, Medrith, what you are blessed with there is a free soul who also has manners! A relatively rare lifeform; although, I must admit,much more common in the East than in the West where I live. Our free souls tend to be flat-out whack jobs, and manners are scarce. Southern California, in particular, has many virtues of liberty and creativity, but an alarming portion of our citizen seem to have missed the basic kindergarten life lessons …

      And we’d love to ship our Edgerman to New Jersey! But you actually wouldn’t want him. He *is* a decent if ruthless gardener, but he is also a religious fanatic. And not above spreading poison on plants he doesn’t like. Stick with your home-grown nuts, they’ll be must more palatable.


  5. Miz Kizzle says:

    Is this the same nut you wrote about some time ago, who was shooting crows, or threatening to shoot crows? Yikes! None of my neighbors can compete in that league of bug-eyed craziness, although we do have a lady down the street who left a hand-lettered sign propped up against a tree in her front yard that said, “Give me back my red laundry bag.”
    I’d love to know the story behind that.


  6. Medrith says:

    Actually Justin is pretty normal for NC. He’s a redneck and embraces it. He’s fortunately at the good-ol’-boy end of the redneck continuum. He does occasionally wear an obscene t-shirt or get drunk and wreck his 4-wheeler, but not with his kids on it, and he lets his dogs sleep in the house, even the huge one. We are very fond of him, and are ready to call 911 and do first aid if (or when) he sets himself on fire.


    • Kate says:

      Yeah, sometimes you just have to learn to live with them – they’re dangerous, but nice people. Every neighborhood has one of those, too.

      And yeah, the gardening ninja was the one shooting crows. Bad cess to him for that alone! The police come by slowly every now and then and stare at him, so he no longer sits in his front yard in full camo, fondling his rifle … which is soooo comforting in this day and age. I might be able to understand if I personally annoyed someone enough to shoot me, but I refuse to be a victim of crossfire in some one else’s idiocy!


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