THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED LATELY
I. I've written two pieces to the Buffalo News about birth control--one an editorial, the other a letter to the editor--and after each one, this old man writes to me at my home. He considers my views to be much more than disagreeable but flat out wrong. He compares sex with birth control to beastiality, hedonism, and masturbation. He wants to sit down and talk with me about it, calls me "little" sister," and encloses his business card--he plays the piano for weddings. I don't like that he's been able to track my moves across the city and most recently wrote, "We live but blocks apart." Ick.
II. My car was stolen. I took it in about two weeks ago to the mechanic and then went away on vacation. I came back and played phone tag with the shop. When I finally got to talk to the owner about the status of my repair, he asked, "So when did you pick it up?" I told him I hadn't. "You picked up the keys then right?" Umm, no. So we filed a stolen vehicle report and I'm waiting in limbo to see what the insurance companies can squabble together.
III. The toilet overflowed in our rented house last night. Today I installed a new drop ceiling in the kitchen because the old one was water-logged. I guess that's the gift of buying a house: necessity makes you do things you never thought you would, or could.
IV. Update since writing this post: My car has been recovered!
II. My car was stolen. I took it in about two weeks ago to the mechanic and then went away on vacation. I came back and played phone tag with the shop. When I finally got to talk to the owner about the status of my repair, he asked, "So when did you pick it up?" I told him I hadn't. "You picked up the keys then right?" Umm, no. So we filed a stolen vehicle report and I'm waiting in limbo to see what the insurance companies can squabble together.
III. The toilet overflowed in our rented house last night. Today I installed a new drop ceiling in the kitchen because the old one was water-logged. I guess that's the gift of buying a house: necessity makes you do things you never thought you would, or could.
IV. Update since writing this post: My car has been recovered!