The big question: Will Fever Pitch make the cut?
There is some crazy stuff happening in this world. I won’t blog about Virginia Tech. Not because I don’t care, but because I am sure the media will cover it way too much anyway and I’d like to think all involved will get some privacy to deal with this horrible tragedy away from the world’s curious eyes.
But, there is weird stuff happening in my house right now. Good crazy in this case, but odd all the same. My father read a whole book in less than two days. If you know my father, you need not read on to realize we must have entered the twilight zone. The fact that he read a book at all is amazing; he hates reading. But that he finished it, dare I say quicker than I did, is really a feat. But, hold on to your hats! This morning, he came into the office, sniffing around our bookshelf for another one. Yes, Mom, it’s true!
Unfortunately, he picked the wrong shelf to peruse. On Writing Well ? he questioned, eyebrows raised. No wait, how about The Complete Book of Triathlons ? I think he left empty-handed. I didn’t have the courage to point him to the piles on the floor (the big, cheap bookshelf has finally collapsed under the weight of words) containing works by Toni Morrison, Shakespeare, E.M. Forster, and Jane Austen for starters. I don’t push my luck. But maybe Nick Hornby can entertain…
This can only mean one thing. I am a crappy host. Or maybe we just don’t get enough channels with our Freeview.