Vacume

So, growing up we had a vacuum.  I can only remember us owning one vacuum.  It was a canister vacuum, and it was heavy to lug around and stuff.  It was an Electrolux.  It was a pea soup color.  it was a pain in the rear to vacuum the stairs with, among other things.  Oh how I wished we could have up-graded to the upright vacuum, perhaps into the 21st century and out of the 19th century.  You know what I mean.  It was always a point of hilarity when we would have to vacuum with our friends over..."what is that?"  "I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like that"   "how old is that?"  "I wonder if someone would pay good money for that as an antique", etc.  You get the picture.

Each time us kids would think it was done in for., each time it seemed to stop running...quit for whatever reason, etc, my dad would always seem to be able to resurrect it from the grave.  ALWAYS.  I mean, seriously.  It was amazing.  That thing just kept on kicking, no matter how much abuse us five kids sent its way.  And it was LOUD.  REALLY!  You couldn't hear anything when it was on.  You had to wear ear plugs in order to prevent oneself from going deaf.  I honestly don't think that I can count the number of times that my dad got out his tools and brought it back to life.  Each time we thought it was its last, and each time we rejoiced...until we heard the beast running again.  Then, amid a chorus of groans, one of us would take up the vacuum and continue where we had left off, devoid of hope, resigned to once again start the deafening push of the vacuum into eternity.  Then, one day it happened.  Granted, it was after I had moved out of the house....actually come to think of it, it wasn't until every single one of us had left the house, that it finally breathed its last breath.  It succumbed to the pressures of its earthly existence, and it went to a garbage-filled grave.  Or, maybe, when mom and dad didn't have their slave labor any more, and they had to do it themselves...you get where I'm going with this???  Hmmm.....

Which, brings us around to the point of this entire thing.  I always laughed at my dad, and I always scoffed at my parents for not just scrapping it and getting a new one...I mean seriously, - give over already!

Um...could that be my vacuum??

Um, am I having my hubbie fix my vacuum for, um, like the 5th time?

It's not my fault!  It was the way I was raised!  It was inevitable.

Has anyone seen the cost of vacuum's these days?  It's ridiculous. Especially if you have a perfectly good vacuum at home that just needs a little extra TLC. ..  Right...right??