Showing posts with label irobot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label irobot. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Almost Afraid

Last night I was almost afraid to go to sleep.  The night before I had gone to sleep worrying.  I had worried all day.  Well, at one o'clock I woke up and it felt like I had been awake the whole time, still worrying.  So I got up and drank a cup of cocoa (yes, diet, but still lovely).
Last night I went to sleep and slept through the night.
The last two times I used the roomba irobot, it didn't hang up anywhere.  Today it has managed to stubbornly wedge itself into places.  When I nudge it out, it just went back and stuck itself again.  I think I'll turn the couch over and see if there is a low place under it.  There's just one place where it hangs up.  It also likes to position itself on the thresholds to outside.  When I can remember to close the doors, it eliminates that.
I've been having trouble with slugs, outside and in the greenhouse.  I have diatomaceous earth for the greenhouse and any place that might have food growing there.  I have some kind of poisonous bait for the rose strip (I found a five inch slug while weeding).  But Larry found a suggestion for a beer bait in a homemade plastic trap.  It reminded me of when Mama wanted to make a barbecue recipe that called for beer and her cousin wanted a beer for a chili recipe.  Neither of them would buy a beer.  But they found a six-pack hidden along their walking route.  Each of them took one beer and they opened and dumped the rest.  I asked why they didn't keep the others in case they liked their recipes.  Finding beer isn't a reliable method.  No answer.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

irobot

I decided that I wanted an irobot.  I'm sure it caught my eye because I like the Isaac Assimov Foundation series.  But also I like the idea of not having to try to vacuum under things and it still being clean.  I've only had my roomba a few days.  I'm not positive it gets every single speck of dust off the floor, but when I vacuum, I'm not certain I get every speck, either.  In fact, I know I don't.  The roomba happily crawls under the couch, tables, carts, etc. 
When it finishes, and I don't know if it is finished or just needs to be recharged, I can use the swiffer to spot clean smudges.  Then the floor looks good to me and I feel pretty pleased with the whole idea of a clean floor.  It dragged dust bunnies around, and rolled some of them up and left them in the middle of the floor.  It was easy to pick it up (since it wasn't under the couch).  It's dark under there so if I lean over and poke the vacuum nozzle haphazardly around, it doesn't get all of it.  So, the little dust bin was pretty stuffed with dust and dust bunnies, and more was rolled around and left for me to pick up. 
I think maybe as I do it more, it will get cleaner and cleaner.  I still had to vacuum in places the roomba couldn't wedge itself in to, but that still meant I wasn't doing as much.
I realize that I'm retired and have plenty of time to clean.  I don't like cleaning any better now that I'm retired than I did when I was really busy all the time.  But I still like it to be clean...and not just because I'm allergic to dust!