Yesterday, I did manage to accomplish a couple of things. Several loads of laundry, I finished knitting a drink coaster–for some reason all of mine disappear. Just like the matching sock. Our house is some kind of weird vacuum.
I tackled my receipt hoard, and making sure there weren’t any odd debit charges to our bank account in the last four months.
And I made a big pot of stew.
One thing I was able to avoid—was vacuuming. This is the reason.
We bought a new vacuum cleaner – oh a couple of years ago? Since I have long hair, and it seems to be falling out rather quickly, we have dogs and cats with shedding hair, our vacuum cleaner gets a bit hairy at times–especially the beater bar.
I usually have to cut away the hair, but I decided I would actually do more than just pull off the extra hair off. I decided to clean the vacuum. This included taking apart the thing—you know, the screws and all.
Anyway, when things break around our house, my husband believes it becomes trash. I always have to take it apart and see if I can fix it before it becomes trash. I did fix our belt sander when I ruined the power cord by using the sander improperly. I even had to replace the switch because while replacing the cord, I ruined the switch. It works like a charm now.
When my husband came home and saw my progress, I proceeded to tell him about all the hair that was wound around the beater bar. Looking at all the parts lying on the floor, he asked me if it still works. Hmm….another obvious question. I had the thing in pieces at the time, so—no, it wasn’t working.
I left the thing–and all the parts–on the floor for a day or so. After looking at the hair accumulating on the furniture and the carpet, I decided I had to put it back together. I could no longer use the vacuum-in-pieces as an excuse to avoid vacuuming.
Guess what? It didn’t work. I know I replaced all the pieces correctly. So, I took it apart again. Because there was so much hair build up around the beater bar, and the grove the VBelt fits in, I believe the belt was stretched too far. That’s the belt which turns the beater bar. Since it was so stretched out, it wasn’t pulling the beater bar like it should—or so my theory goes. So, I had to order one because I wasn’t going all over town looking for the correct belt.
Still waiting for that VBelt, and I may have to borrow the neighbor’s vacuum cleaner. However, they may not trust me with it.
So—let’s see—what can I avoid doing today.