A Wednesday ode to a Roomba

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So I borrowed my parents’ Roomba. In case you don’t know, a Roomba is a little mechanical miracle that vacuums for you. You tell it to go and off it goes, merrily vacuuming along. It gets into all kinds of tight spaces and the best thing is you don’t have to vacuum with your own hands.

Now this is the 21st century I expected.

I’ve had it for a few days, and I’ve got to be honest. I don’t want to give it back. I wonder what the prison sentence is for Grand Theft Roomba.

It’s a little like a toddler who likes to vacuum but is really good at it, as it can tangle in cords and get itself stuck. Then it emits a pleasant tone and a voice tells you what the problem is.

See? Totally the future.

It makes me envision the days when people will tell their grandchildren “we had to vacuum! Ourselves! Uphill both ways!” Those days can’t be far off.

Talk about a modern convenience.

Now that I have seen the light, it seems impossible to imagine life any other way. Even though it’s not as if I have to sweep the carpets by hand or anything.

Sometimes the world changes in an instant, but sometimes the change is incremental, so creeping it doesn’t even feel like change.

Just like the Roomba.


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Monday and closets.

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I should save this for #AccountaClub, but I cleaned out all of my closets. How crazy is that? All of them.

My one remaining problem spot is my file cabinet. The drawer came all the way out and as of yet I can’t get it back in. I’m going to have to empty it completely to do it, which should be fun. And by fun I mean not really something I want to do right now on the heels of cleaning out all of my closets.

I’ve donated about four bags of clothes and shoes so far, maybe five, and I have another one ready to go. So there’s that.

It’s like I had a NaNoWriMo, but with cleaning. Which would make it NaCloCleMo, but who would understand that?!

Well, you would. So thanks for that.

Aside from that, it’s a very Monday Monday. I have to straighten out my health insurance for next year, which is always a total delight, and other such non-cleaning tasks which get shoved aside.

And who knows. Maybe there is some writing and editing in my future. Without the distraction of the insides of my closets.

Eh. It sounded better in my head.

Happy Monday.


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Her Cousin Much Removed
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Today I will change your life

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Hyperbole? Maybe. I don’t think so. But maybe.

Also probably not in the most profound of ways, but sometimes a little change makes an enormous difference. And that little change can lead to bigger changes, and so on and so on.

And so on.

As you know, this week is all about organization. I found miracle I’m about to share with you last week, kept meaning to tell you about it, but had other things to chat about.

But here it is more than a week after I learned this tip, and I still can’t get over the difference it makes.

Ready?

Please don’t find it anticlimactic. 

It’s the best way to fold your reusable bags. Did I just hear you roll your eyes? Don’t, it’s like a tiny packet of wonder.

Because the internet is a miraculous thing, I figured that if I used my BFF Google, I’d find a way to corral my utter mess and tangle of reusable shopping bags. They don’t give plastic shopping bags in the city of Chicago anymore, they were banned a while ago, so you have to bring your own.

And I admit I have a love affair brewing with them. They’re bright and colorful and just so much fun.

But they take up a ton of room. Or they did, until the Modern Parents Messy Kids blog. There, someone called “Annie” made neat little packets out of one of my most persistent sources of clutter.

You’ll need the pictures, which I’m not going to steal, as that blog definitely earned the click (here if you missed it above), and this post isn’t really about the technique.

It’s about this simple idea: there are so many solutions waiting for you out there online. If only you ask the question.


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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Testing out Tuesday

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Haven’t had enough coffee yet for this blog post. That’s where we are this Tuesday morning, with me not yet at that coffee sweet spot.

The only problem with that coffee sweet spot is it’s so easy to shoot right past. Sip.

Clunk the cup back down.

Continue typing. Pause. Sip. Clunk.

There’s a fraternity in my head yelling “chug chug chug.” I don’t think this is what they mean. They should wander back to the right end of the imaginary universe, like some movie where the raucous college is the background to a tepid yet pretentious love affair.

Hmm.  I should write that.

Anyway, back to the blog.

On this Tuesday, it’s gray again and we don’t even have November as the excuse. I’ve got more organization ahead. Yay.

But it’s so great and so helpful when it’s done.

So I’m venturing off into Tuesday. I hope yours is both wonderful and productive.


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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Blog Dreams

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So I think I dreamed that I’d written a blog post, or at least had a great topic for one, and it was an easy posting day. Of course now I have no idea what that perfect topic could have been.

I think I need to learn how to type in my sleep.

Especially given I don’t think I slept that well last night. Could have used the time for my benefit, I guess.

Along with the blogging, I had dreams of other timelines and disappearing timelines. My subconscious is nothing if not creative.

I really want another cup of coffee. I had a second one, half-caf yesterday and that might–just might–have had something to do with my not sleeping well. Such a vicious circle.

Additional coffee made, and far too much time spent away from this post as I contemplate my shoe problem. I have many shoes. They need storage.

Pretty sure my dream post didn’t involve shoe storage, but you can’t be completely certain. In a dream, shoe storage can be fascinating.

Shrug.

Not sure why my posts have started to sound like telegrams from 1926, stop. Apparently I’m having staccato ideas, stop.

Anyway, I have many non-writerly things to do, including some major shoe wrangling. I’ll thank me later.

Have a spectacular Tuesday.


  

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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#MondayThoughts on the bleak side.

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It’s gray and snowy, and I think it’s going to snow some more, judging by the sky. Hello winter. We knew you were coming.

The year is winding down, and November is nearly gone. How strange.

It’s been a slow, lumbering year, and a quick one, all at once. We’ve seen some of the worst this country has to offer, and it’s not done yet.

Apparently.

I never really thought we’d live in such times. I thought we’d grown up, we’d learned from the past, but the reality is, different people take different lessons, and some of them are dark and horrible.

And bloody.

Deep, depressing sigh.

Here’s the day half-over, a Monday on fast-forward, time still misbehaving. Naughty, naught time.

Off I venture into those Monday tasks and tasks that have me dragging my heels, and I hope you have a very productive week. I hope this coffee hits my brain fast, I’m going to need it.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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Holiday frame of mind

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Look at my late, late blogging today. So tardy. I’m already thinking holiday week, already imagining my Thanksgiving meal.

Yum.

It’s quieter today, too, and of course as I typed that there was the whine of a siren, but I mean besides that. People are already traveling, already out of town.

I hate the cold but I love cold weather clothes, so if you can figure that one out, that would be great. Cozy sweaters, cute boots. Such a fan.

And we’re just at the leading edge of the cold, November is when Chicago reminds you who it is, reminds you that the wind isn’t always tinged with warm humidity, that the skies can be moody and flat dull gray.

But we’re still in the fun side of winter, the adjustment side. The side with the lights and the decorations and all the food.

I’m really stuck on the food.

So off we go again, into the ice and slush and snow. At least I’ll get to wear sweaters.

Yay.


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
Peruse Montraps Publishing