Of Vaccums, of Robots..

#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #104

#SS 34/2021 #cotton

Disclaimer. Not just a long post. But a longer than long post, alert.
Guaranteed Saturday dawns a little dull and not so early.
My Chores Day.
Vaccuming.
Dusting.
Wiping down glass tops, mirrors.
Bathrooms.
Toilets.
Showers.
Mopping.
I know, I know.
Sounds like my chore list stuck to my fridge with a magnet that says “A clean house is a sign of a wasted life”.
So let’s get down to the basics.
Vaccuming.
Bought an expensive Vaccum cleaner some years ago. The sales rep poured sand onto a rug, and proceeded to vaccum it with a top US Vaccum. Watched as it sucked in everything, or had it?
With a flourish akin to David Blaine, he picked up another Name and revacuumed the rug.
Mouth agape, I saw the clear baglesss bit fill with sand and dust.
I was hooked.
No questions asked.
Wrapped up deal with hand vaccum and other knick knacks.
I diligently washed filters, bagless bag, cleaned head.
It behaved for 2 plus years, then gave up the ghost.
Overheated, took it back to outlet, paid a bomb, continued.
Once again, it misbehaved.
Got a second big name VC.
Should have realised at the beginning.
The cord refused to hook securely to the vaccum box.
Amidst grumbles, complains, some screams, the daughters managed to get the home vaccummed to a sufficient standard.
And one morning, that too went on strike.
Then, I decided I wanted
The Robot.
My sisters, client, friends have
The Robot.
My sister claims her husband loves it more than he loves her. He admires it as it strolls through the room, then empties itself, and resumes its chores independently.
My mother insists it hates her, and chases her into the bathroom when it sees her.
My client says it maps the area, and she controls it from her phone.
My friend mentioned he gets a text at work “Master, I’m done”. Unable to validate this last one, never seen the message.
Anyway, over a round table conference, the family has decided that they will conduct research on this device before purchasing it.
That, or I threatened, we move house.
So in the interim, husband and I got a stick vaccum cleaner worth a low 2 digits, while the research intensifies.
Currently, performing well, missing the occasional thread but I shall not jinx it by saying anymore.
Draped a simple olive green cotton saree with gold, red, black borders and pallu.
Well mismatched with a maroon gingham cotton blouse with red and green embroidery on sleeve ends. Asked Daughter#2 to click some shots of content me, on Tuesday, practising, on a freshly vaccumed carpet. And she did, at an angle, whilst seated at the dining table.