Handyman!
It's mushroom season, and the lawn is sprouting with tempting fungi. For safety's sake, I will reuctantly presume that they are inedible.
Cat has fallen in love with the bottle-green Dupioni silk in the Italian Renaissance dress I am sewing. It was $umpteen per yard, and wrinkles... but every time I bring it out to sew, he crawls onto it and purrs. What can I do? I am enslaved to Hyperbole.
I started dating on OK Cupid. It is actually entertaining! There are all kinds of profile questions, such as, "You are abducted by aliens. If you can only take one form of entertainment, would it be: Books? Movies? Music? Games?" They award cute personality icons based on your answers, not all of them flattering. So far, I am:
My first date is tonight, with a musician / handyman . What a catch! We are watching Memento. If he fixes something...
My longstanding plan is to invite the first man who actually *fixes* something in my old Craftsman to spend the night. When I had no coffee maker, Cin even promised to rush over with her espresso-matic in the morning. <blush> I bought ground coffee at Peet's this morning.
So far nobody has taken me up on this offer. It's always just talk. "You can fix that thusly." Duh. I don't want an instruction manual, I want me a HANDYMAN.
Another entry soon, a really important one, and an embarrassing one.