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I swear my relationship with LJ is like an abusive spouse. I keep threatening to leave and delete all my sh*t. I have deleted a lot of it and it ports to DW anyway. But this is my 'hood, where my few remaining peeps be. Or at least their empty houses.
This morning the town we plan to move to is half underwater. Most peple would be deterred by this. I am deterred by this but the ball, as they say, has been rolled down the alley. The die cast. The rock thrown. The paperwork signed. The spell cast. There has been fervent spell casting to shape this decision.
Apparently when there is a road with the word "creek" in it, there's a reason for that. The schools there are closed for flooding.
I do not think we will be there more than 5 years. I question if this hassle is worth the school. It better be. When we sell, perhaps we can induce buyers to purchase if we also sell them a boat.
I bought a new vacuum/steam mop yesterday. I worked out the budget for it. My grandmother yelled at me about the whole thing, why am I too lazy to just sweep and mop, when that doesn't use electricity. But I do sweep and mop and this thing is a dream because you can switch from floor to carpet and while it isn't a steam mop, it is basically an easy to clean wet/dry vac so you can vacuum and mop at the same time for the lino plus the carpet.
Disclaimer: Yes. My mother actually has on occasion mopped the carpet. It isn't shag, it's a what? Berber? Low pile kind of thing. I have no idea if this is normal.
Also, of course, my grandmother has been dead for years. But it doesn't stop her from commenting on my life choices.
Anyway, I did the downstairs and the carpeted stairway.
My freind Heather says she actually vacuums even though you aren't supposed to have to do that, but she has a husky. We just have 1 cat. A sort of overweight cat. Who is shedding. In spring.
Dear Goddess, when I took the machine to clean it out, there was an entire cat's worth of fur clogging it. In fact, at one point I had to take the roller apart because fur had clogged the bar and the machine auto-shut off. It was worse than the time I pulled a hair clog out of the tub drain. And I DO actually sweep/vacuum/mop, so this was either fur I had been missing or my cat is developing alopecia.
Disclaimer: Some of the hair was human and DD's because I let her get her hair colored at the Super Cuts and it was her orange-red color. Some of it was ALSO mine. But not as much.
So I am really really happy with this machine. I would bring it to my grandmother's house (if she were alive) and clean her floors with it. It would scare the dog and she would make me eat lunch and cookies and drink coffee afterwards. And her floor would be very clean. I would consider bringing it to my other grandmother's, but her house was always a sort of comfortable clutter and didn't need to be this clean, plus, farmhouse. She had plastic mats down for a reason. I think instead I would just clean her bathrooms and dust, as usual. I miss my grandmothers.
Why was it always more fun to clean my grandmothers' houses than my own?
Universe: This is not me asking for grandchildren.
Less than 10 minutes after taking apart the machine and cleaning it back to sparkling newness, DD spilled orange juice on the kitchen floor. Of course.
DD has offers from 3 grandmothers for Camp Grandma this summer. I am not sure if DS is interested in the offer, although he would be welcome. I guess it would depend on their wifi banwidth.