Last year for Christmas I got a Shark (Rumba type) vacuum cleaner. I love it!  I was writing a story the other day, and the vacuum cleaner was vacuuming the floor, the dishwasher was washing the dishes, and the washing machine was cleaning my clothes. All. At. Once. I was in heaven. The older I get the more I appreciate the little things, like a clean house without the work it takes to get there.

For ease of explanation, I will admit to the fact that I love the new vacuum so much I named her Rosie like the Jetson’s maid who was a robot. My husband and I are the only ones in the house, and we aren’t that dirty. No kids anymore or pets, just us. So, I run Rosie about once a week.

Rosie does a pretty good job most of the time, but she doesn’t get the corners, and blinds, under some tables, etc., and I have to clean up now and then. But that is to be expected.

Then a very ironic thing happened. I walked into the dining room where Rosie docks and waits for her next assignment and draped over the vacuum cleaner was a huge cobweb!  I know that it is Indian Summer and just before fall officially hits, the spiders and other creatures make one last triumphant return to the world, or maybe they are looking for a good place to winter, but this was ridiculous. And it got worse. I got the push vacuum out and pulled out the hoses to vacuum up the mess, aware of the irony of vacuuming the vacuuming cleaner, and found the web draped all the way across the back door and into the corner of the room. I know I’ve been out that door several times since the last time I ran Rosie. That spider was speedy!

I vacuumed the vacuum cleaner and then the back door and the corner. There were bugs in it and I destroyed what was supposed to be a feast. They all went into the upright vacuum cleaner and then into the trash. Nice try, spider, maybe next time. But Rosie and I are ready for you.  There is a rule in this house, if you don’t pay rent, you don’t live here.  Find another place.  I never did find the homebuilder. I’m sure I’ll run into him eventually. I really hate spiders.

What are you reading, writing, cleaning, or creating this week?