Purchased a new vacuum cleaner Saturday. The fact that it was a new vacuum cleaner is more significant than you know. I have an extensive history of inherited vacuums, each of which has been lacking in some way. So now we own a shiny new pearl-colored vacuum cleaner, one of the last things on this earth to be manufactured in the United States. The fact that I paid more for it than I could get for either of our vehicles is gnawing at my conscience. The fact that it's the most beautiful thing I've bought in FOREVER is problematic . . .
I can't display it like a new vase.
I can't casually bring it out, like a new leather coat.
I can't leave it sitting casually on a side table, for my visitors to remark upon. (I don't HAVE visitors -- who am I kidding?!)
So it's like parking a cherry '57 Chevy in the garage and throwing away the key -- there's just no way to get any bang for my buck outta this thing! Except, of course, by vacuuming. It really sucks, let me tell you.