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azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-24 01:30 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-24 01:30 am
Things that Don't Suck
Decided, now that I'm "back", that there was going to be industrial-strength vacuuming going on. Broke out the ol' thing and went over the floor.
It was at the point where bits of stuff on the floor failed to disappear that I realized that there was something fishy going on, and checked the bag. Lo, there was not a full bag! Thinking back, I realized that there had been problems with suck earlier, but I hadn't noticed them, because my mind was broken. So I flipped the vacuum cleaner over, and at length discovered that the intake pipe was clogged with grey fuzz and fluff. Tweezers were employed, until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx pointed out to the brain-dead Lunatic (who, to her defence, grew up with FatherSir's mighty shopvac R2D2, and has never had to deal with regular household vacuums before this) that one had to pull off this and the other in order to get to it.
Screwdrivers were found, and the Little Fayoumis was sitting carefully-just-out-of-the-way by when the phone rang; Marx departed the scene, still holding one screw. I got the thing partially disassembled and got the ick cleaned out; Little Fayoumis was impressed and disgusted. I put the thing back together. (Amusingly, this involved me calling out, "Screw!" to Marx, who replied, "No thanks," and handed me back the little metal part.)
The vacuum cleaner works, now. Yay!
I am to imagine that perhaps I have been depressed or something for the greater part of this past month, because I haven't been working on as much housework, or indeed being very much conscious. I ordinarily would have noticed that the vacuum cleaner was being a shithead much sooner.
It was at the point where bits of stuff on the floor failed to disappear that I realized that there was something fishy going on, and checked the bag. Lo, there was not a full bag! Thinking back, I realized that there had been problems with suck earlier, but I hadn't noticed them, because my mind was broken. So I flipped the vacuum cleaner over, and at length discovered that the intake pipe was clogged with grey fuzz and fluff. Tweezers were employed, until
marxdarx pointed out to the brain-dead Lunatic (who, to her defence, grew up with FatherSir's mighty shopvac R2D2, and has never had to deal with regular household vacuums before this) that one had to pull off this and the other in order to get to it. Screwdrivers were found, and the Little Fayoumis was sitting carefully-just-out-of-the-way by when the phone rang; Marx departed the scene, still holding one screw. I got the thing partially disassembled and got the ick cleaned out; Little Fayoumis was impressed and disgusted. I put the thing back together. (Amusingly, this involved me calling out, "Screw!" to Marx, who replied, "No thanks," and handed me back the little metal part.)
The vacuum cleaner works, now. Yay!
I am to imagine that perhaps I have been depressed or something for the greater part of this past month, because I haven't been working on as much housework, or indeed being very much conscious. I ordinarily would have noticed that the vacuum cleaner was being a shithead much sooner.
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hmm.
I'm not sure that came out quite right but you know what I mean.
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