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The Steam Cleaning Demon

Humor, People, ,

So a month or so before Christmas I called my mom and told her that if she wondered what to get us for Christmas, she could get us a steam cleaner for our carpets. We only have two rooms with wall-to-wall carpeting, but they are both light colored and get things spilled on them a lot. Mom said that she had a steam cleaner that she never used and now that she had mostly hardwood floors had no need for it. We were welcome to take it.

Dean loves the steam cleaner. He uses it every opportunity he can. It also washes floors so I’m often awakened to the sound of the steam cleaner. He steam cleaned the basement carpeting a few days after we got the cleaner. He washed the kitchen floor the day we got the cleaner. This morning he steam cleaned THE CONCRETE FLOOR IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM.

If you have something that needs to be steam cleaned, please call him. He’s a man obssessed. I fully expect him to steam clean the sidewalks in the neighborhood soon.

In which Helen pays a visit & Indigo Bunting is referenced

Dreams, ,

So, last night the only dream I recall involved Helen and Indigo Bunting.  I was in an unfamiliar place — it was dimly-lit, but warm and comfortable. There were other people in the room, but they were all shadows. Helen sat on a sofa next to me and we were discussing our carbon footprints. I was telling Helen that I thought her carbon footprint was much smaller than mine — that Indigo Bunting said so. Something about kids being environmentally unsound.

As I sit in my living room this morning and look at the mess my teen aged daughter has made of the room — papers strewn over every horizontal surface, tubes of paint littering the coffee table, broken Christmas ornaments she promised to donate to the art room, dirty socks and hair ribbons scattered around — from studying for exams half the night, I think IB had a point.

Oh, Helen — your hair was georgous in the dream.