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My apartment is CLEAN. CLEAN, I tell you!
Every surface has been wiped down (what I could reach - I need a step stool). Every knick knack dusted (see prior caveat). Every mirror, picture, switchplate, cabinet door (OK, I might have skipped the cabinet doors that looked clean). Every appliance (not the inside of the oven or fridge). Every tile floor. I even used the broom to sweep the leaves off the balcony. The apartment has not been this clean EVER since we moved in. You have no idea how happy and accomplished this makes me feel.
But there is one, one, just one tiny little thing marring the perfection of my world right now.
The carpets. Oh, I tried, believe me! We have a new (as in Christmas 2005) vacuum, and an older one (don't remember how old, but less than 6 years). The new one I recently spent a great deal of time on, cleaning the brush, and readusting the belts, and lo and behold, it worked again! I was thrilled!
This lasted all of about a room and a half before the brush stopped spinning again. I figured the belts had come off again, and I was up to here in vacuum cleaners at that point, so I said fuck it.
The beastie vacuumed while I was gone to Indiana. It is actually to his credit that I didn't notice. I had spent a week in the pristine house of my mother, so not to notice a difference in my own carpet in comparison upon my return was a pretty big feat. He had used the older vacuum cleaner, which I knew worked, but I had hesitated to use for a long time, because this was the vacuum we used when the cats were ...less than consistent in using the litterboxes. Anyway, no problems.
So, today, I started to take the easy way out, and use the vacuum that works. After about half a room, it wasn't picking up, and I could tell it was adversely affecting the otherwise clean smell of the house (vacuuming was the last thing I did). So, I put it away, and grudgingly grabbed the other vacuum and took it apart, after making sure the brush still wasn't spinning. Except that the belts were fine, and I couldn't see any reason why it wasn't working. I noticed something on the front that said that if the handle was up, the brush wouldn't spin. Well, the handle *was* up, so I took that apart and looked it over. I found the mechanism that seemed to control the up/down thing, but it seemed permantly stuck in the "up" position. Gentle prodding *cough* with a hammer didn't help. So, I put that vacuum away, and tried the lesser of two evils again. I was able to get about 2/3 of the front carpeted area done before the vacuum just plain died. Honestly, I'm guessing it overheated or something, but my not-so-patient periods of waiting and trying it again didn't work, so I put it away, too.
I can't tell you how many vacuum cleaners I've gone through in my life. I'm cursed, I tell you. I have no idea what I do wrong. I told the Beastie on the phone a few minutes ago that he was now going to be doing all the vacuuming from now on. But dammit, it's the anniversary of our first date tonight (snafu that he had to work), and I wanted to house to be just perfect when he came home. But, it's pretty fucking close to perfect, and I will try again tomorrow, when I do the only thing left to do, which is fold the clean laundry. Something I will do while sitting either in my clean bedroom, or my clean living room, and watching TV, and enjoying the ambience.
In spite of my vacuum frustration, life is good. :)
My apartment is CLEAN. CLEAN, I tell you!
Every surface has been wiped down (what I could reach - I need a step stool). Every knick knack dusted (see prior caveat). Every mirror, picture, switchplate, cabinet door (OK, I might have skipped the cabinet doors that looked clean). Every appliance (not the inside of the oven or fridge). Every tile floor. I even used the broom to sweep the leaves off the balcony. The apartment has not been this clean EVER since we moved in. You have no idea how happy and accomplished this makes me feel.
But there is one, one, just one tiny little thing marring the perfection of my world right now.
The carpets. Oh, I tried, believe me! We have a new (as in Christmas 2005) vacuum, and an older one (don't remember how old, but less than 6 years). The new one I recently spent a great deal of time on, cleaning the brush, and readusting the belts, and lo and behold, it worked again! I was thrilled!
This lasted all of about a room and a half before the brush stopped spinning again. I figured the belts had come off again, and I was up to here in vacuum cleaners at that point, so I said fuck it.
The beastie vacuumed while I was gone to Indiana. It is actually to his credit that I didn't notice. I had spent a week in the pristine house of my mother, so not to notice a difference in my own carpet in comparison upon my return was a pretty big feat. He had used the older vacuum cleaner, which I knew worked, but I had hesitated to use for a long time, because this was the vacuum we used when the cats were ...less than consistent in using the litterboxes. Anyway, no problems.
So, today, I started to take the easy way out, and use the vacuum that works. After about half a room, it wasn't picking up, and I could tell it was adversely affecting the otherwise clean smell of the house (vacuuming was the last thing I did). So, I put it away, and grudgingly grabbed the other vacuum and took it apart, after making sure the brush still wasn't spinning. Except that the belts were fine, and I couldn't see any reason why it wasn't working. I noticed something on the front that said that if the handle was up, the brush wouldn't spin. Well, the handle *was* up, so I took that apart and looked it over. I found the mechanism that seemed to control the up/down thing, but it seemed permantly stuck in the "up" position. Gentle prodding *cough* with a hammer didn't help. So, I put that vacuum away, and tried the lesser of two evils again. I was able to get about 2/3 of the front carpeted area done before the vacuum just plain died. Honestly, I'm guessing it overheated or something, but my not-so-patient periods of waiting and trying it again didn't work, so I put it away, too.
I can't tell you how many vacuum cleaners I've gone through in my life. I'm cursed, I tell you. I have no idea what I do wrong. I told the Beastie on the phone a few minutes ago that he was now going to be doing all the vacuuming from now on. But dammit, it's the anniversary of our first date tonight (snafu that he had to work), and I wanted to house to be just perfect when he came home. But, it's pretty fucking close to perfect, and I will try again tomorrow, when I do the only thing left to do, which is fold the clean laundry. Something I will do while sitting either in my clean bedroom, or my clean living room, and watching TV, and enjoying the ambience.
In spite of my vacuum frustration, life is good. :)
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