I like tinkering

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postaday2015, tinkering, vacuum

Today I was vacuuming using our old vacuum, the family got a brand new vacuum, but crazy me, I like to save brand new things and use my old stuff until it dies in my hands. Also the new vacuum is designated for the upstairs so I was using the old one downstairs. I was vacuuming and I noticed that the suction just wasn’t as strong as it normally should be, so I emptied the canister, both from the bottom and the top, I checked the hoses to make sure that they weren’t clogged, I checked underneath the rug beater, and then I disengaged the filter and its housing and reassembled the unit and BOOM it worked. I had re-established suction back to normal and I continued on my way, vacuuming the rest of the downstairs and the stairs all the way up to the top.

I should write to vacuum manufacturers and send them a youtube video of my handy work fixing my vacuum, they may employ me in the tinkering department.

The comforting aroma of meat and potatoes

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dogs, postaday2014, potatoes, roast beef, vacuum

I wish that technology would advance to the point where we can share aromas as well as visuals in our blogs. My kitchen smells really nice right now, just like Sunday dinner. I made roast beef and a gratin of potatoes for our son for the week so that he has something nourishing to eat. I can do the tough love and not cook anything, but the only person being punished by this is myself, fretting about our son’s diet. And to be honest about it, everyone knows by now that I love cooking anyway so why not just do it. It isn’t as if I am depriving our son of exploring his inner chef, he has made it very loud and clear, he hasn’t any inclination to cook now or anytime in the future.

Roast beef is good hot or cold, I made a little jus from the drippings so he can do with that as he pleases and the gratin is easily heated up in the microwave. I can guarantee that Jack will be sitting right next to our son as he eats, begging for something, anything and if our son decides not to share, I bet that Jack will be sniffing the floor all around where our son sat; praying for the tiniest sliver of food that might have escaped from the plate or our son’s mouth. He really is a miniature Hoover vacuum masquerading as a dog, dedicated to inhaling all things edible wherever they may be; on the floor, in the cushions on the seats of chairs; it’s his mission to find it and eat it.