Today was a big day. I whined a little about my housework, but lots of my pals weighed in with the opinion that writing was a way more worthy endeavor, so I hit it hard and finished. Hallelujah! I needed to send this thing to a certain special someone by Monday, and I wanted it to be right, and this leaves me just enough time to pretty it up a little and make sure the chapter numbers are in sequence and that sort of thing before I send it.
And then I did something really exciting: I fixed my vacuum cleaner.
Now this may not seem like much to a lot of you guys, who probably know better than to try to vacuum up pine needles in the first place, and change your own oil and color your own hair and empty the lint trap every time you run the dryer, but you got to remember I'm at a little bit of a disadvantage. I was a spoiled housewife for a very long time, and when things broke, I just took them over to the nice man at the fix-it shop and let him deal with it. Once, I'm mortified to say, I just ordered a new vacuum off the internet so I wouldn't have to drive all the way to the shop.
This economy has made a big girl of me, however. When my vacuum made a weird sound and started to smoke, I cussed a whole lot and felt sorry for myself but the point here is that in the end, I got out the manual and took the thing apart (using all the clever tools arrayed at right) and got very dirty and broke some nails and found out (the hard way) where we keep screwdrivers and drove to the Rite-Aid to buy a new belt (imagine - I purchased an actual mechanical part) and cussed some more and, much later, after putting it together wrong the first two attempts, I was finished and I turned it on and it worked and I vacuumed the entire dining room twice for the sheer joy of it.
Oh, and while I was at it, I took a picture of Dog, because she sure is growing up fast. Almost four month old!