I collect airmiles like a fiend. Recently, on the recommendation of my daughter, I spent the equivalent of a flight to Paris on a cordless vacuum cleaner. That’s right, I’m at a place in my life where vacuum lines on my family room carpet trump the Eiffel Tower. What’s with that?
To justify the purchase I could point out that a vacuum cleaner lasts a lot longer than a vacation to the city of lights. Or that cleanliness is next to Godliness. Or admit that I’ve completely lost my marbles. But the truth is I don’t have to justify anything and I’m super excited about this new acquisition. This cordless vacuum cleaner has the potential to change my life.
I live with two dogs and I love them both dearly. Dogs come with a hefty amount of commitment as well as hair. Unfortunately the hair doesn’t share the same commitment to the dogs as I do and jumps ship whenever it has the opportunity. Consequently my house floats in waves of mutinous dog hairs – a sea of undercoat drifts across the floor even in the gentlest breeze. It makes some members of my family sneeze – it makes me crazy.
My new cordless vacuum cleaner is going to make short work of this problem. With a wave of my new magic wand all that hair will be sucked into oblivion. The little canister on the handle of the wand can hold the equivalent of a good sized chihuahua’s entire fur coat. The little machine can suck for upwards of forty minutes with just a single battery charge. It’s amazing.
This eleven pound gadget might be my new favorite toy. Being an immediate gratification kinda gal instant results are where it’s at. I still have enough airmiles for a flight to Saskatoon Saskatchewan or Brandon Manitoba but now I’m wondering if there isn’t another household appliance with equal allure. A cordless leaf blower perhaps, or… When you’re paying with airmiles the sky is the limit.
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I might be a little envious, now you have safe tires on your car AND a new vacuum? Pretty nice! xx
Alas, I don’t have air miles. But I too have pined for a vacuum wonder of a smaller variety that I could whip out at a moments notice to make crumbs, dog hairs and dust balls disappear as soon as they graced my condo floors.
When the kids were little we had one of these wonders but it went the way of all aging suburban appliances – sold at a garage sale or given away to the thrift shop.
Well, I guess that I may have let my kids know of my desire because on Mother’s Day, 2 weeks ago, my son gave me this gift – a chordless dust buster, I love it!
I think, for me, keeping on top of the crumbs was what I did for almost a year. Rob got up every morning to make and eat his breakfast; not an easy task for him, but this was what Rob needed to do for himself all the while he struggled with terminal cancer. And, I woke up every morning to find a path of crumbs marking wherever Rob had prepared and eaten his toast and coffee. My part, was to sweep away the crumbs…that’s all I could do…