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Keeping House

Posted by adiamondinsunlight on January 17, 2008

A came over for dinner last night, toting his own delivery menu. He knows me well enough not to trust my food preferences – or, as I prefer to think of it, he sticks his nose up at tabbouleh for dinner.

In any case, we had a very enjoyable dinner (Casper & Gambini’s) while A dissected the 101 ways in which my apartment could be made more livable.

First of all, A told me firmly, you need to get a sobiya.

Um, I disagree. I’m fond of the Levantine heritage and all, but I draw the line at the kerosene bomb-waiting-to-happen that heats older houses here and in Syria. But I did take his suggestions about sofas and hanging things on my walls “to make it look less like an insane asylum” seriously :).

As I did the dishes after dinner (okay, “did” the “dishes” in the sense of gathering the takeout containers and putting them in a trash bag), A rummaged around my salon.

I love visiting your apartment, he said happily. Its perfectly tidy, and yet God only knows what I will find.

Well. I admit that the logic behind my storing my band-aid collection next to an antique radio is not immediately apparent, but it is logical. I left them there while unpacking from a trip in November, and I fear that if I move them (to, say, the bathroom, or my medicine drawer) I will forget where I’ve moved them to.

And perhaps my “to be tailored” pile should be located somewhere other than the back of the rocking chair.

And it might be said that adults over thirty should not store their spare linens in the kitchen – but I have so much kitchen cupboard space, and so few pots and pans.

But the mystery of all these storage decisions paled next to the inflatable paper balls that Sporty Diamond gave me as a stocking stuffer at Christmas.

We and the Abu Owlfishes used to have a hoot of a time playing with them when we were younger – they’re an Asian novelty, and great fun. Whenever they deflate too much, just blow into them and … they puff right back up. (If you’re in Seattle, you can get them at Uwajimaya – a total shopping delight in itself!)

The one that A found is a more decorated version of the striped balls we used to play with as children, but it certainly is novel – a little red octopus with big eyes.


And A seems to have had as much fun with it as we used to – he set it on the rocking chair, right where my tailoring pile usually goes :).


2 Responses to “Keeping House”

  1. sporty diamond said

    I love this post as well as the photo – such fun memories 🙂 Those balls were really fun to play with – being delicate yet forceful to get them to go where we wanted. Thanks for the fun trip down memory lane! Love you!

  2. abu owlfish said

    Were the paper balls you remembered store-bought or origami-folded? I vaguely remember the latter, though I have no idea how to fold them now, if ever I did.

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