Our friends Kevin and Rae Anne got us a Roomba for Christmas. Such a gift is way above and beyond the normal protocol for friendly gift-giving, but I think it speaks, frankly, to how incredible Jane and I truly are. Why our other “friends” haven’t received the memo is anyone’s guess. I suppose the gift could potentially be a reflection of how disgusted Kevin and Rae Anne are with our dirty floors when they visit. I like to think both reasons are plausible.
Either way, we now have a robot that does our bidding, so long as our bidding is confined to vacuuming the floor, confounding our dog, and terrorizing our daughter. You’d think it was the robot from The Day The Earth Stood Still from her reaction.
Given a choice of a traumatized daughter and not having to vacuum, well…let’s just say I haven’t vacuumed since Roomba showed up. Besides, she was scared of the old vacuum cleaner, too.
Roomba works as advertised. It cleans relatively well, and we are forced to generally keep the place picked up so it can do it’s thing. The only thing is, I can’t say it has increased our productivity around the house with all the extra time we are saving not vacuuming, because we mostly just stand around, sip mint julips, and watch the Roomba do it’s thing.
True human luxury!