I never imagined when I was young and healthy, or even healthy for that matter; that one day I would be happy for the ability to clean my house. Today was that day. Having had little strength to take care of everyday chores, my apartment had taken on the appearance of a forgotten warehouse. Dust, cobwebs, stacks of resident mail....kitty prints on everything transparent, remnants of her "Temptations" habit littering the floor not to mention live dust bunnies living under the appliances; did it need a good cleaning? not unless you have aversion to bacteria large enough to carry off the bathtub.
Even on the days I had a little extra energy for cleaning, I was up against the proverbial wall with a burned out dirt devil. Before you judge this machine too harshly, you must understand it did double duty for a number of years before being semi-retired to a one cat household. It was a mournful day however, that suddenly in my housework progression silence overtook the hallway and my clean machine died - right then and there, without a puff of smoke or even a hint of burnt rubber...just keeled over and stopped sucking. It was devastating. You can't even find this model anymore!
So here I am...disabled by a non-working head and a non-working vacuum...both of them gone at the same time....
hmmmm.....
funny, I always thought that sound was coming from the machine...oh well.
I don't know about most people, but I have a "thing" about cleaning tools. Ya know how most men are with their power saws and sanders and hammers and every other fixit gadget under the sun? That's how I am about my vacuum cleaner, my scrub buster and my Scunci Steam cleaning power machine!
As a matter of fact, I've always had a dream about forming a "drum and bugle" corp. to march in parades, but instead of batons and rifles and flags, it would be vacuum cleaners and power swifters and dustbusters. I'd like to do precision formations using military jargon, like "present hose!" and have everyone twirl their vacuum tubes and attachements...I think it would be smashing! Probably not too important in the whole human scheme of things, but maybe somewhat entertaining.
Anyway, that's the simple thing I'm simply grateful for today, no pain, energy to clean, and my sisters' vacuum cleaner! And even though it has been said that a gift of a vacuum cleaner is a gift that keeps on sucking all year long; I'll take one over a new pair of shoes or gold earrings any day! (Course, once I have the vacuum cleaner, I wouldn't mind the shoes and earrings as well...
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