Buying a vacuum, being an adult, and understanding love
While I often realize I am an adult, I still have moments when I think, "I'm not old enough for this." One of those moments happened this summer when I found myself listening to a teenager explaining to me why my current vacuum cleaner was doomed. I still don't feel old enough to have to do things like care about the way a vacuum functions, let alone buy a new vacuum cleaner. I now know that is not true--because I am now the proud owner of a refurbished Orek. It will supposedly last me for quite a while, and it does all kinds of fancy things that my old one didn't. Being me, I, of course, started thinking about my other vacuum cleaners. Yes, that's plural. While I may not be grown-up enough to buy one, I have owned a few. And the funny thing is they all came from my grandmother in one way or another. And I think my sister's first vacuum came from her as well. Nanny was an interesting woman. She in no way fit in with the stock character grandmo