January 31st, 2002


Queen Anne cottage

I went to look at a possible place to live last night. It's a delightful little 'foreman's house' built circa 1920, up on Queen Anne. It's really cute, the neighborhood is quiet - cats are welcome, there's a washer/dryer ensemble in the pantry... it's really cool. I'm not entirely certain it's for me, alas. If I knew I was going to be in town for the rest of forever, then maybe I'd be a little more energetic about pursuing it. But if I'm moving to Fresno... I wish the wheels of the hiring process at work moved a little faster!

My other concern is layout - there's enough space for all my furniture, or at least all of my furniture that I'm unwilling to live without, but I would end up putting some of it in the kitchen! It might work, or it might be too funky even for me. I took a rental application to fill out, so obviously I'm still considering it, but... Well, that's about the size of it, really: that persistent 'but'.
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In other news, I seem to have... that is, um... it would appear... Ihaveadateonfriday.

For coffee, so it's not *that* big of a deal. But after having sworn off personals ads some time ago, it's a trifle embarrassing to admit to answering one again.

It's not my fault! I was seduced by vocabulary! I was looking for housing! But as I turned the pages, my eye fell on the word "ineluctable" and I had to read further. [I've had a strange relationship with that word ever since it showed up in a poem I wrote before I knew what it meant. Don't ask, I can't explain it, it just did.] There followed in short order "inamorata" & "peregrinations" and before I knew what I was doing I was spending the outlandish $2 a minute to call and leave a message.

I knew my polysyllabyphilia would get me in trouble eventually.
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