There are some things that capture my attention and I just can't help staring. A perfectly shaped rose; the endless variety of green after a spring rain; a gorgeous, bald baby happily playing with his feet. That's not what this is about.
Sometimes I am so repulsed by what I see that I can feel my blood run cold (what a neat, old saying!). But no matter how disgusted I am, I just can't look away. (In Italian the term is "schifoso" (pronounced ska' vosso) so I surmise this sentiment may not just be mine). Like the time I was weeding, went to reach for a clump and just missed grabbing a coiled snake that hissed a warning to me. Or the time at our house in NJ when the tent caterpillars tumbled en masse from their cocoon in our cherry tree: thousands (okay a few hundred) of them. And maggots...I scream "EEEWWW" as I open the can for a second and third time. And then Richard gently grabs me by the shoulders and moves me away.
At the risk of sounding cruel, the feeling extends to some people, like the comedienne who has had so many surgeries, her wax image is more realistically human. Or that poor lost soul who has had so much work done that his face is falling apart and he's forced to wear masks and veils. Or the country Western singer-actor with a triangle of hair on his upper-lower lip. All this just creeps me out. And like the cops at the proverbial TV scene I say to myself, "Okay folks, show's over; nothing more to see" and move on...until the next time.
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.