February 06, 2006

In Which Ida Cleans Her House

If your tidying-up skills are anything like mine, they go a little something like this:

Stand up, sit down, fight fight fight!

(Replace the word "fight" with "read" or "two-hole punch" or "reminisce" for more accuracy.)

A few things I've recalled today:

  • when Yellow Dog and I first started dating, I ran out of things to read and so rummaged through his shelves. I found a little collection of short stories called Points of View. In the middle of some Dorothy Parker, Yellow Dog asked "why are you reading a textbook?"
  • my old categorical dating list was incomplete: I neglected "klezmer musician"
  • you really never can have too many Sharpies

In the meantime, the apartment is looking more like a home. You can tell because I framed three postcards with the aid of a butter knife and Yellow Dog has wielded the mighty Power Drill.

PS Thanks to a certain someone, I am beyond addicted to this.

Posted by Ida at February 6, 2006 05:01 PM
Comments

Was klezmer musician a deal-killer or an essential quality?

Posted by: flamingbanjo at February 7, 2006 12:13 PM

Oh, essential quality. See, what I had was a list of datables...none of which I can remember now except for "Cellist," "Basketball Player" and "Gabriel Byrne."

The deal-killer was "must have bed frame," which, y'know, is a tricky deal-killer because it's difficult to find that out without witnessing the boudoir.

Posted by: ida at February 7, 2006 12:30 PM

Not that you'll ever need this, but one option would be to give prospective dateable a large box to store for you & say something like, "well, could you just keep it in a closet, or if you don't have room there, maybe put it under your bed?", then wait for the response.

And what's wrong with reading textbooks?

Posted by: COMTE at February 7, 2006 02:16 PM