What a chill, but how beautiful to feel this coolness when we know it will be near 90 later on in the day. I am ready to make love to my family by cleaning my carpets. I've missed 2 whole weeks on my floors and they are talking to me. I turn on Patti Labelle, or Celine Dion and clear and clean to my hearts content. It is wonderful to feel that they may not know that this is my love for them, but it is.
It seems that my vacuum is on the "fritz" again. So, it may take me a while to get to the floors while I defrag my vac. (so to speak). When will they make a vacuum that can survive the exploits of a bustling and busy bunch of "Walkers" like we are. I tell them again and again, don't use my vacuum without supervision, but inevitably somebody must try to pick something up, that wasn't meant for a vac and poof- it's gone! "Another one bites the dust!" This one is named "Old Blue, the good dog". Love is a many splendored thing
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