Life just keeps getting better by the nanosecond
Wow.
I'd been getting so overwhelmed by the vacuum-cleaner situation around here. I have two uprights; neither of which work anymore except that the trusty, 15-year-old Dirt Devil still works great when you use the attachments. So I've been using the attachments. By that, I mean not only cleaning the furniture and the stairs with it, but also my whole fucking house, down on my hands and knees. And while this makes for the perfect BDSM sex-slave scenario in dirty books and movies, it is so not fun if you're really trying to clean your house that way.
And now that I am writing two books at once, yes, two -- at the same time -- no way could my brain handle taking time out for, like, 3 hours, to vacuum my carpeting. Especially when I know darn well it takes maybe 30 minutes when the vacuum cleaner is actually working... But it is so hard for me to concentrate, to be creative, when everywhere I look, my house is filthy.
I also have next to no time right now for a nervous breakdown. I opted, instead, for a new Dirt Devil. There was a sale on Dirt Devils at Meijer's. So, after debating about it for about an hour last night, I finally went over and bought pretty much the bottom of the line model, frills-wise, and I once again swear by these little Dirt Devils. Man, are they great. $55 and my whole house was clean in under half an hour. They weigh next to nothing. They zip along. And when I went to empty the canister, it was already more than 3/4's full of all that great stuff you accumulate while living with 3 cats... Unreal. I should go door-to-door and sell these things. I am just so awestruck by the fact that I only had to pay $55 and in a nanosecond my entire was house clean.
Sadder news...
The frost is indeed expected tonight so I'm going to go out there in a moment and cut all the flowers and bring them indoors.
Even though I managed, quite effortlessly in fact, to totally kill my lawn last summer, I did take really good care of the many, many flower beds. I fertilized them like mad and not only do the flowers look great this spring, but the weeds are just totally luxuriating in my indescribably fertile soil. It is unbelievable. Already -- and it is only mid-April -- the weeds are making a veritable carpeting of green everywhere; they are kicking back and saying things like, "Man, this is really living... thanks, amiga!" whenever I happen to pass by, hurrying off to somewhere. It is already starting to look like a whole houseful of hillbillies has lived here, undisturbed, for generations. Not to be too disparaging against hillbillies, however...
When Pamela was here, she said, "Well, at least you don't have a bunch of rusting cars sitting out on your lawn." That was pretty encouraging, wasn't it?
Okay, then. Off I go to cut the flowers, then I shall begin working on one of the books. I guess I'll know which book when I actually sit down in front of them and beginning staring at them. Meanwhile, have a really great Sunday wherever you are. Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
I'd been getting so overwhelmed by the vacuum-cleaner situation around here. I have two uprights; neither of which work anymore except that the trusty, 15-year-old Dirt Devil still works great when you use the attachments. So I've been using the attachments. By that, I mean not only cleaning the furniture and the stairs with it, but also my whole fucking house, down on my hands and knees. And while this makes for the perfect BDSM sex-slave scenario in dirty books and movies, it is so not fun if you're really trying to clean your house that way.
And now that I am writing two books at once, yes, two -- at the same time -- no way could my brain handle taking time out for, like, 3 hours, to vacuum my carpeting. Especially when I know darn well it takes maybe 30 minutes when the vacuum cleaner is actually working... But it is so hard for me to concentrate, to be creative, when everywhere I look, my house is filthy.
I also have next to no time right now for a nervous breakdown. I opted, instead, for a new Dirt Devil. There was a sale on Dirt Devils at Meijer's. So, after debating about it for about an hour last night, I finally went over and bought pretty much the bottom of the line model, frills-wise, and I once again swear by these little Dirt Devils. Man, are they great. $55 and my whole house was clean in under half an hour. They weigh next to nothing. They zip along. And when I went to empty the canister, it was already more than 3/4's full of all that great stuff you accumulate while living with 3 cats... Unreal. I should go door-to-door and sell these things. I am just so awestruck by the fact that I only had to pay $55 and in a nanosecond my entire was house clean.
Sadder news...
The frost is indeed expected tonight so I'm going to go out there in a moment and cut all the flowers and bring them indoors.
Even though I managed, quite effortlessly in fact, to totally kill my lawn last summer, I did take really good care of the many, many flower beds. I fertilized them like mad and not only do the flowers look great this spring, but the weeds are just totally luxuriating in my indescribably fertile soil. It is unbelievable. Already -- and it is only mid-April -- the weeds are making a veritable carpeting of green everywhere; they are kicking back and saying things like, "Man, this is really living... thanks, amiga!" whenever I happen to pass by, hurrying off to somewhere. It is already starting to look like a whole houseful of hillbillies has lived here, undisturbed, for generations. Not to be too disparaging against hillbillies, however...
When Pamela was here, she said, "Well, at least you don't have a bunch of rusting cars sitting out on your lawn." That was pretty encouraging, wasn't it?
Okay, then. Off I go to cut the flowers, then I shall begin working on one of the books. I guess I'll know which book when I actually sit down in front of them and beginning staring at them. Meanwhile, have a really great Sunday wherever you are. Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
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