realization 101:
when you live in a studio apartment the size of a large broom closet, it is largely unwise to attempt to, with the help of your extended family, clean out the contents of your grandparents house. you will, despite your best efforts to limit yourself to items with emotional significance, take home things of the following nature:
– an electric frying pan circa 1978
– a “slow cooker” circa 1972
– assorted bowls and flatware that run counter to your aesthetic taste in kitchenware
– wire hangers
– a broken record player
– a tablecloth and matching cloth napkins (i have no kitchen, much less a TABLE)
– a hardcover autobiography of Lee Iacocca
but i figure i got off easy. one of my sisters agreed to inherit the patio furniture, and each of us is now the proud owner of an armchair. it is noteworthy that neither of my sisters have yet graduated college and, as mentioned above, my apartment has the approximate dimensions of a large SUV. thus, it is my parents who really take the brunt of this incredible hand-me-down force.
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