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:
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 PMWas klezmer musician a deal-killer or an essential quality?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at February 7, 2006 12:13 PMOh, 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 PMNot 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