Wouldn’t you know it. I was almost done cleaning house — 3/4ths of the way through cleaning the last room I needed to clean and — the vacuum cleaner died. Deader than the proverbial door nail. I don’t understand it. I’ve only had the durn thing since the early 1980’s. I plan to get another Eureka tank vacuum once all this surgery song and dance is over. (Hope I live long enough for it to last me as long as this one did!)
Until about 10:30 this morning, I had two vacuums — one for floors and carpets and this one for “stuff” cleaning (tops of curtains, windows, light fixtures, ceiling corners, surfaces). I prefer to dust with the vacuum cleaner brush rather than squirt Lemon Pledge all over everything — and get lemoned within an inch of my life or use those Swiffer paper duster things you have to buy just to throw away — and this one had such a nice round brush attachment. This little Eureka was perfect for cleaning up kitty litter and for vacuuming upholstry and whatever else I needed to clean except the floor. I have a Shark Navigator for floors and carpets. It’s bagless and it cleans carpets and floors very well, but it doesn’t dust worth a hoot. You can, but it’s unweldy and a PITA. The Eureka had a bag, and so will the new one I plan to get.
I reckon I’ll go rustle up some lunch. I’m waiting on a phone call from the hospital to tell me when I need to show up tomorrow, and I have half a basket of unmentionables to fold up from the load of laundry I did yesterday.