I Got Nothing

Earlier this week you were introduced to our new family member, Robbie the Robot. Robbie is a vacuum/mop learning his new home.  Either Robbie is a slow learner or we have a difficult layout.  Maybe a bit of both.  So far we have had to rescue Robbie once or twice every day. One morning I found him in front of the commode. I think he had somehow sneaked out and vacuumed some where else cause there was dust and fuzz floating in the stool water. I did not recognize the dirt as ours.


After getting Robbie unwrapped from the rug where he was 'resting' in front of the commode, I put him back to work.  Within 10 minutes he was hiding under our bed. Later Hubby had do get him untangled from the recycling bins. We could not determine if the bins were feeling threatened by Robbie.  Possibly Robbie was being too pushy with the bins.  Which ever was the case the bins had Robbie's back pushed between the washer and a thick mat.  Had Hubby not intervened something might have been hurt. 

Today each of us had to get him out from under the bed again. Robbie had once again tried to cross over the table leaves I have stored under the bed.  You know, so the leaves can be flat and not warp.  The plastic 6 ft. cutting board is there, too, on top of the table leaves.  The combination makes a ramp.  I suppose it was not really Robbie's fault he has been stuck under there 4 times.  Even after we scolded him soundly.  Is this a robot or a 3 year old?

The bed is not the only location Robbie has played hide and seek this week.  One day he hid under the sofa. Another day he hid under my chair.  Then there was the china hutch.  The hutch thing has happened twice.  He actually will attempt to come out only he chooses a route that is not the full height he needs to exit.  The wooden skirting (which has a slight scallop design) will catch him just right and push the on/off button.  I am beginning to think the objects in our apartment are jealous that Robbie gets to run around.  They all just have to stay put even though most have legs and feet.

Back to the bed situation.  We both have had knee replacements.  Kneeling is not comfortable.  Old, fat and only 18 inches to maneuver getting up and down is a challenge.  A major challenge that can require scooting on our behinds for the length of the bed.  After having to perform that act so many times this week, I decided to put my mind to the situation.  Hmmm.  Is there a place that is flat and wide enough to hold the leaves other than the middle of the floor?  Aha!  The top shelf of the clothing closet under the suitcases.  Yes, that would work if Hubby agrees.

Maybe not all these positions.

Today roughly 5 hours was spent Robbie proofing the apartment.  Throw rugs at doorways were removed.  Charger cords were bundled with Velcro to prevent laying on the floor.  The large power strip was hung on the wall. The cord was attached to a cup holder to keep it off the floor.  A forgotten BB gun found under the sofa (previously used to shoot at rats on the patio) was placed in a more secure location.  Those rascally table leaves were moved to the top shelf. 


All that work required bending, stretching, leg movements and rump movements that felt like yoga.  There was weight lifting and furniture moving.  I considered myself to have performed a good workout by the end of it all. Frankly more tired than if I had done the actual vacuuming. Now we will see where Robbie finds to hide Friday morning.

I'll keep you posted.  Ya'll keep safe distances out there.

Peace,
Janice