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Well, spring cleaning has been cut short.
<*sigh*>
My vacuum cleaner, (which I finally unclogged this morning) has shorted out.
On the plus side, I did manage to vacuum the kitchen and the "hall" between the dining room and the living room, and the area in front of the fire place.
So things look significantly cleaner on the main floor.
Sadly, I will have to use the miniature hand-broom to do the bedroom, the office, and (eegad) the front hallway, which is *quite* full of boot-grit (Oi Vey, I Suffer).
Given this, you may wonder why I am amused.
This is the reason. I called my mom to see if she had any idea what the problem might be or, failing that, if she knew of a good vacuum repair person (in the south end -- haha).
She volunteered to bring her vacuum over to my house, let me use it to clean up, and then pack both vacuum cleaners into her car, and take mine to get it repaired.
Yay, Mom. :-)
However, upon arriving, she figured out what was wrong with it (the foot pedal was not connecting with the on-button -- I didn't know there was an on-button, which is funny in itself).
So, having solved that problem, she came in and we had tea. She told me how her quasi-love-life was going, and I said "Mom, ask to see his house. It's been four months, and he's been over to your place lots of times. You're right, this is getting wierd. Talk to him".
On the plus side, they are not actually dating. There is no romance involved in this. Consequently, if it turns out that he's married, she's not wronging his wife by dating him.
So good. :-)
But.
The humerous part is this: As soon as my mom left, I plugged in the vacuum to joyfully resume the easy removal of dust-bunnies from my house, when:
<*pop*>
A large red "poof" of light (not exactly a spark, just a very, very, very small explosion) exploded (um...) from the vacuum cord, near the plug.
So the vacuum is still not working.
Eeg. <*sigh*>
So, I've got to get a new cord (most likely) put into the vacuum cleaner.
Oh, well. :-)
So, that's my story for the day. :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
<*sigh*>
My vacuum cleaner, (which I finally unclogged this morning) has shorted out.
On the plus side, I did manage to vacuum the kitchen and the "hall" between the dining room and the living room, and the area in front of the fire place.
So things look significantly cleaner on the main floor.
Sadly, I will have to use the miniature hand-broom to do the bedroom, the office, and (eegad) the front hallway, which is *quite* full of boot-grit (Oi Vey, I Suffer).
Given this, you may wonder why I am amused.
This is the reason. I called my mom to see if she had any idea what the problem might be or, failing that, if she knew of a good vacuum repair person (in the south end -- haha).
She volunteered to bring her vacuum over to my house, let me use it to clean up, and then pack both vacuum cleaners into her car, and take mine to get it repaired.
Yay, Mom. :-)
However, upon arriving, she figured out what was wrong with it (the foot pedal was not connecting with the on-button -- I didn't know there was an on-button, which is funny in itself).
So, having solved that problem, she came in and we had tea. She told me how her quasi-love-life was going, and I said "Mom, ask to see his house. It's been four months, and he's been over to your place lots of times. You're right, this is getting wierd. Talk to him".
On the plus side, they are not actually dating. There is no romance involved in this. Consequently, if it turns out that he's married, she's not wronging his wife by dating him.
So good. :-)
But.
The humerous part is this: As soon as my mom left, I plugged in the vacuum to joyfully resume the easy removal of dust-bunnies from my house, when:
<*pop*>
A large red "poof" of light (not exactly a spark, just a very, very, very small explosion) exploded (um...) from the vacuum cord, near the plug.
So the vacuum is still not working.
Eeg. <*sigh*>
So, I've got to get a new cord (most likely) put into the vacuum cleaner.
Oh, well. :-)
So, that's my story for the day. :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
