My mother, who was a wonderful person with lots of interests, firmly believed that the time to clean house was when company was coming. I am happy to report that, thanks to a fair number of visitors, my mother and I (following in her footsteps) managed to keep a semi-decent home. There is a sign in our elevator advertising an apartment cleaning service (once, weekly, by-weekly or monthly) but so far I have resisted the temptation. As you may gather by this rant, I was faced with apartment cleaning today because I have a gaggle of friends coming over tomorrow afternoon. I did manage to finish my chores but it was a close thing. The thing is, I have become spoiled by my Roomba. Today, because I needed to get several things done quickly, I set the Roomba loose in the guest bedroom while I vacuumed the living room the old fashioned way. It worked ok but I had forgotten about the dreaded cord. I didn't fall down, quite, but I did managed to tangle the cord around my feet several times. I am resolved to plan ahead better and let the Roomba do all of the vacuuming from now on. It's just a matter of giving it time to recharge its little battery between jobs. It really is a marvelous little machine. Now if I could just teach it to hop up and vacuum the furniture, and whisk a feather duster over the shelves all would be well. Hmmm??? Sounds like a cleaning service, doesn't it?
No comments:
Post a Comment