In today's world it really doesn't sound that strange to say you were talking to your vacuum, or refrigerator, or any other household appliance because most of us, (you) have Alexa in your home and "she" can perform all sorts of tasks for us. But when I tell you I found myself talking to my vacuum today it was not because of any technological reason of wanting it to do something specific. Rather I found myself having an entire conversation with my "robo" vac as it whirred it's way through my home just because I needed to talk to someone who would not answer me. I now know I have completely lost my mind!
It all came about as a result of the "Week with Cousin Lucille" which would put any one over the edge. I took today off to pamper myself with a visit to the chiropractor and a lovely much needed massage. After that I went to the grocery store and wandered around there for a while. I got a flu shot at the grocery store, (which is pretty weird in and of itself), and then came home with a large Mac Donalds iced decaf coffee which I enjoyed in total peace and quiet on my lanai.
IT WAS WONDERFUL !!
Because I wanted to take full advantage of my "free" day I invited some friends over to swim at the pool and then have dinner with me. I was making my favorite halibut recipe that is not for the faint hearted or diet conscious. At around 2:00 I went into the kitchen to start preparing some of the dinner and decided I had earned myself a drink. Just before I headed for the kitchen I sent my automatic vacuum on its merry journey through the house to pick up all the crumbs and what not that had accumulated over the past few days, even though I have not been home for most of the week. As I was standing by the counter getting ready to open the bottle of tonic, which would soon become a Vodka tonic, the vacuum came zipping around the corner and startled me. At that exact same moment I twisted the bottle cap and the tonic exploded all over the floor, the counter and me. Of course this resulted in hysterical laughter because I am too tired to curse. Tonic all over the place and the dumb ass vacuum going in circles under my feet. All I could do was to ask the vacuum what it thought it was doing scaring me that way. The conversation lasted about 5 minutes and was probably the most fun I've had all week.
Tomorrow I will talk to my car as I make the trip up to Port St. Lucie yet again. Maybe IT will have some answers for me and help me to figure out what I need to do with cousin Lucille.
As the old saying goes, "Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most!"
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