
Today I learned about the dangers of string. It looks docile enough, rolled on its large, clothesline-like spool, but do what I did today and it's something else entirely!
I turned on the vacuum cleaner, part of an initiative to find my floor before my guests arrive. It started whirring and wheezing and doing what a vacuum cleaner does. I think I began to hum, pleased at both my domesticity in that moment and how much better my room would smell when I was done.
Suddenly the vacuum let out a different kind of cough. I looked down to find that somehow it had sucked up the end of the string; with every passing second, it was inhaling feet of the stuff like spaghetti. I couldn't stop staring. The spool was unraveling quickly, the vacuum mechanically pulling in more and more string.
When I finished being amazed, I began the process of untangling it, and unraveling three and a half seconds of vacuum cleaner wonder from the brush. I moved the ball of string to the top of my dresser and began again. I was randomly reminded of how I used to stand on the corners of carpets so you could vacuum them without them rolling up. Room looks much cleaner now, by the way.
Love,
Karen
Aw Karen, this one is super sweet
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