I only have one story left to read in Twin Study, and I don’t want to read it because then your book will be over and I don’t know when you will write another one. However in the course of writing this blog entry I discovered all your interviews and Q&As on the Stacey Richter website. I will try not to be entertained to death tonight. You are so special to me. I don’t want to die before you publish a novel.
Abortion doesn’t quit for lunch
Those protesters are still at it in front of the Planned Parenthood building on Hydraulic Road. I think their numbers are growing. They remind me of the chimpanzee militia in last night’s episode of Planet Earth. The chimps decided they wanted to expand their territory so they raided a fig tree where some other chimps were hanging out and they killed and devoured a young female from the other clan. I know the protesters aren’t eating babies, but they’re still annoying. At the same time I think it’s kinda sweet that they care so much about the youth. Those fetus-happy ladies have to stand on the sidewalk for long shifts, waving signage, shaking their rosary beads, trying to look beatific every time a car honks at them or a passerby gives them the thumbs-up. That must get exhausting.
When the refrigerator repairman came over the other day, we started talking about the Sacagawea protest while he was deep in the freezer. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Who cares about a statue? Now those abortion protesters – at least they’re concerned with life and death.” I didn’t argue with him because all our frozen pizzas were thawing out and I was worried we wouldn’t have anything for dinner. It’s important to stand by your beliefs.
Wheelchairs should come with seatbelts
Seriously. How else am I supposed to keep my grandmother from falling out when we do wheelies across Locust Avenue? And while we’re on the subject of wheelchair upgrades, have amputees never heard of rims? Or subwoofers?