Hello, all, and Merry Christmas! I have been enjoying my break so far, although it is flying by. Of course I've been watching Christmas movies, which is awesome, as always. I still am haunted by that feeling of too much to do, too little time, but I'm working on making that go away.
RR and I did enjoy having the DYSON, but as to how well it works in comparison to other vacuums, I can’t tell you, because I forgot to vacuum with my vacuum first and then use the DYSON, so for all I know the DYSON didn’t pick up any more than my current vacuum does. But it did seem to work well, the carpet looked very nice when we were done, and we had a big ol' pile of stuff in the cannister to prove it. Unfortunately, it was not immune to the ability rr and I have to break any vacuum. The DYSON is now making an Unidentifiable Noise of Indeterminate Origin (“UNIO”). Deals assures us that it is not supposed to make that noise. In our defense, it’s not that it sucked up anything in our home that killed it—it was making that noise the first time we turned it on. But somehow, merely transporting it into our apartment was enough to do it in. I wanted to take it apart to try to figure out the problem, but rr wouldn’t let me. I wasn’t going to do anything to its insides, I just wanted to look, because maybe we could figure it out.
But she wouldn't let me.
Anyway, I would like to try the vacuum again sometime when it isn't making that noise, but I think the next time I try one, it will be my own, because I can't take the guilt of breaking another person's vacuum (especially someone who loves her vacuum so much that she practically writes poems to it). It's very upsetting.
In other news, I am cleaning my room today. I have some large trash bags and a shovel. Perhaps I should get a HazMat suit. It’s really . . . I don’t even know where to start. Papers everywhere.
My cat Gabbers has started a new habit. She likes to get in my desk chair via the end of my bed. Only she hasn’t caught on to the fact that it’s a folding chair, and when she puts all her weight on the back end of it, it slides her right off of it. And sometimes I catch her getting on the chair from my bed and rush over there to grab the end of the chair so it doesn’t fold up on her, but then I have to stand there holding the seat while she just sits on the other side and mews at me. If she doesn’t stand on the seat, then she tries to come into the chair by balancing on the teeny, tiny back of the chair, and though she’s a small cat, she’s not, you know, two-dimensional, so she doesn’t fit. It’s sad. And she keeps doing it!!!
But she’s so timid, I can’t yell at her like I do at Wally, because then she’ll be afraid of me. Already she will run out of any room if you approach her to confrontationally (i.e. walk in her direction), so if you want to get by her without startling her, you have to walk by her backwards, making sure that you don’t face her at all. This can be difficult to do sometimes. So I don’t want to make her anymore skittish, especially since rr already takes it personally, like she’s some kind of giant, cat-scaring ogre. I have many times heard her saying from the other room, in a sad, defeated voice, “that’s right, Gabby, run away from the big, scary feet!”
The other thing that has been taking up my time lately, other than humoring my cat, has been playing The Movies. I don’t think it’s everyone’s cup of tea, but I am seriously addicted. Unfortunately, I can’t play it today because I have to clean up the big mess that is my room and then do some stuff for school, but I’ll be thinking about it. Well, maybe just five minutes.