I'm not crazy about one, either.
Joan is "the cleaner" in our family. That's not "cleaner" as in: the person who makes all evidence of a crime scene disappear. I'm talking about housekeeping. This is not a "woman's work" post in any way. I am a guy. Thanks for noticing. When I clean, I "guy clean." It probably wouldn't pass inspection for an operating room, but no one will need a tetanus shot just from passing through. Joan, on the other hand, cleans to pass a "white glove inspection.
Her shoulder has been hurting, so I offered to do the vacuuming. Our house is small, tiled throughout, with a few rugs "for accents." The rug in the living room is about 5'x8'; long pile (I'd call it "shag," but that sounds a bit too 70s). The Dyson vacuum does a fine job with it.
Joan felt it was necessary to give me a 10-minute detailed instruction on "How to Vacuum." I could have had it done in that time, but I listened intently, trying to project my best "taking it all in face." I didn't get this much instruction the last time I flew a twin engine aircraft. Much like that experience, I assumed there'd be a written and oral test for me to qualify.
I was pretty confident in a job well-done, but I did hold my breath while she inspected my work. I didn't get a "you passed" nod, but she didn't re-do it, so it must have been OK.
Later, we mounted up the last of the security cameras...
Didn't really need a doorbell for the door off the deck, but we had it, so...
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While out for our early evening walk, Rufus fancied himself as a jungle cat...
Fortunately, there were no herds of gazelle grazing nearby. Pretty stealthy, huh? ;-)
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