“I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.” Joan Rivers
Confidentially, housecleaning has never been my thing.
As a matter of fact, deep inside I am a (cleaning) conscientious objector. Cobwebs and dust have never bothered me and I don’t bother them.
This is has always been our mutual modus vivendi.
But this arrangement does not sit well with my mate who thrives on dusting and mopping. When it comes to cleaning she is a hardliner.
I don’t know where she caught this strange affliction but she cannot help herself, she has to scrub.
She sometimes sounds like Lady Macbeth. “Out, damned spot! Out I say.”
Out of the blue sky (courtesy of Santa) a Roomba Vacuum Cleaning robot landed in our living room. The strange little thing looked like a mix between a small flying saucer and Artoo-Detoo (R2-D2).
After going through the fairly scant instructions a few times I unleashed the machine and the Force awakened.
It started moving around the living room acting like a drunken sailor. It bumped on any obstacle and immediately changed course, but unlike a sloshed swabbie it did a very respectable job.
My cat observing from a safe distance looked nonplussed. Friend or foe? Fight or flee? To be determined after further observation (preferably from an elevated position).
After twenty minutes of seemingly erratic behavior I stopped the machine and emptied its waste container. I was surprised by the amount of dust and cat hair it collected.
Did I really have so much grunge in my abode? Could the missus be right? Hum…
Since the machine was going to be a permanent guest in our household, I thought that I should give it a name and I finally christened her Celeste (from the French “heavenly”) or Celestine.
Now I will probably have to get her a French maid outfit.
So vacuuming should not be a problem anymore. We will just have to unleash Celestine a few times a week and relax while watching the antics of would-be presidents on the tube.
One last thing.
Celestine is powered by a rechargeable battery. After the allotted cleaning time is completed, she heads back by herself to the recharging station for a power transfusion.
Isn’t technology wonderful?
“My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.” —Erma Bombeck
I would tend to agree with this, don’t you? Guys?
Alain
https://youtu.be/upEBdKFGlPg