It’s a good thing I don’t write for a living. You know, those people who say, “I sit down to write at 7 AM and don’t stop until 5 PM” – they write for a living. There is nothing to focus the mind like needing to earn your daily bread. I am only writing here tonight because I am putting off doing the FAFSA and collecting my aunt’s tax documents and working on some statistical analysis that I don’t want to do. And this isn’t even really writing, so much as it is relaying some recent conversations.
One night my husband asked me if I wanted to go out to see a movie. But that night I was feeling vulnerable, as I do half the time now, and wanted to stay home.
Me: Let’s just watch something at home tonight.
Husband: Okay. Want to watch Blood Devil of the Amazon?
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One morning at breakfast, I read the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution to my husband, because that’s morning reading material now.
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
My husband pointed out that the meaning of the word “unreasonable” is undefined.
Me: It’s the job of judges to interpret the meaning. We still have legally appointed judges.
Husband: Who do you think butters their bread? We need to start taking sandwiches to those judges.
Me: But what kind of sandwiches? If we took, say, watercress sandwiches, it could backfire.
Actually I have been writing quite a bit – to my senators and representative, and even to one judge. Fat lot of good it will do, but my writing has always been about self-expression, not results. Or earning daily bread.