I bought this thing at a garage sale, new in the package, about three years ago. Maybe longer. I took it out of the package this morning. And now I’ll either throw it away or let my kids use it for a . . . platypus puppet.
It’s a ceiling fan blade cleaning vacuum cleaner attachment.
The only real problem with it is that . . . it doesn’t work. Perhaps I didn’t do it right, but it clamped on so tight to the blade that it just pushed off the dust in a big clump and didn’t suck it down at all. Maybe they don’t think people will wait until the dust is visible from the next room to use it.
I decided that it was easier to just stand on the ladder and dust the fan, rather than stand on the ladder and use this crazy corded thing attached to a quite heavy vacuum cleaner.
I have an obsession with gadgets. I can’t tell you how many things I have bought that would solve all my cleaning problems. Turns out the problem was me.
Last night I did a lightning fast run through the house to pick up and get ready for home groups since our group had decided that we DID want to meet on the Sunday after Thanksgiving so we wouldn’t lose momentum. The only problem? No one but my husband and I remembered. I’m thinking we remembered because it meant cleaning the house. But really, I’m not complaining because now I’m able to do detail cleaning today and tomorrow in preparation for my husband’s office party tomorrow night.
I must also say that although I’m sad that hubby went back to work and the boys went back to school today, it felt really good to get back into the routine of my daily tasks.
Made bed (including the pretty pillows that I unearthed during this weekend’s master bedroom excavation)
Started a load of laundry.
Checked bathrooms for clutter.
Windexed everything I could find that was windexable. My crystal candlesticks look great!
Cleaned ceiling fan blades.
Cleaned the hideously ugly light fixture in my entryway. (I’ve been punishing it for years for its ugliness by not cleaning it.)
Last night I wiped down the bathrooms, made lunches and put out clothes. I also hung up our clothes, and took dirty clothes to the laundry room, my new non-negotiable for the week. I didn’t get the laundry ready because I was in the middle of a load. I did, however, fold and put away the huge laundry mountain of clothes that had I had done over the weekend while working on the master.