rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Seventy-Three

So rain rained a bit on Tuesday, but I didn't see it, I just woke up and saw the evidence in the wetted driveway's black sheen and tiny puddle skies. Sun intermittently broke through clouds to falsely hint of sun showers which never came, a sad and frustratingly broken not-really-promise. It was all so tentative and uncertain that it reminded me too much of myself, so I became vaguely insulted and disgruntled. Where does a damned Tuesday get off treating me like that? What does it think it is, still Monday?

But after a time (or two) I got around to assembling my new vacuum cleaner, which I have not entirely figured out yet (it's a machine, after all, and thus has sworn an oath to destroy me if it can, which it probably can) and I partly vacuumed the floor which left me more exhausted than I'd expected, but I can probably deal with it, for now, as all I really want is to not be stirring up dust with that broom. If it takes longer than sweeping, I'll live with that. It's going to take some getting used to though. I haven't figured out how to detach the wand section and use it to remove cobweb from around the ceiling or (with thee proper attachment) clean the blinds, but I should get around to that in time, if the machine doesn't figure out how to do me in first.

This morning I've been checking the Safeway ad, and it's full of Thanksgiving sale goodies, so I'll probably get some stuff Friday, though the Friday sale this week is itself not so impressive. But I'll probably end up with too much stuff anyway, so no big deal. I should save room for PIE! in any case. Because PIE! (or, as the British call it, tart) is the reason for Thanksgiving. (And, lest I forget, I must also MAKE room for PIE! in my refrigerator. An annual challenge.)

Anyway, the day, cool and partly cloudy again, is passing, and I want to finish vacuuming (I can't say Hoovering because it isn't a Hoover, it's a Shark, and "Sharking the floor" just sounds stupid) the floor, and see if I can figure out some more of the things the machine is supposed to be able to do. It can almost certainly do more than I can. And it will probably outlive me, too. But, as far as I know, it can't enjoy PIE! So there!