What you may come to.

I spent part of the last two days vacuuming a ceiling.

Let me say that again.

I spent part of the last two days vacuuming a ceiling.

This is not a sentence I thought I would ever write in my life.

Certainly, with any vacuum I’ve ever had up until now, it would have been impossible to write it with any degree of truth.  I have a central vacuum now, however, so there’s a long, LONG hose and many attachments.  Hence, vacuuming a ceiling is a possibility.

In my laundry room—which is “unfinished” to a large extent—it just suddenly seemed like a good idea.  The room has—I guess they call it a dropped ceiling or a suspended ceiling.  So, it has these tiles—which surely need to be replaced as they have not stood up well to some leaks prior to our ownership.  Trouble is, they don’t all need to be replaced—only I can’t find any matching tiles so the whole thing is just one of the million or so items on the To Do list.

In the meantime, I thought I would turn my attention to cleaning the laundry room in my one-hour-a-day plan.  While I was at it, I vacuumed the tiles.  I just stuck the brush attachment on the end of the wand and ran the whole thing over the tiles.

Darned if they don’t look better.  (Not good, mind you.  Just better.)

The whole time I was doing it, however, I was in a state of bemusement because I was vacuuming the ceiling!

And, you know?  I expect I may be vacuuming other ceilings eventually.  It’s an old house with a crow’s foot texture on the ceiling in all the other rooms.  Looks like a dust catcher to me.

On the one hand, I feel nostalgic for the days when I kept the vacuum on the floor.  On the other, well, it amused me quite a bit—and provided a blog post, so, hey!

You really just never know.