What are vacuum attachments good for? I used to think absolutely nothing. Today, I changed my mind. After the moving van pulled away with most of my worldly possessions, I swept and mopped the kitchen and laundry room floors. Then I took the truck out to give it a bath and have lunch (yes, I fed the truck, too, for $3.43 a gallon at WalMart). After I finished my lunch, I came back to the house and vacuumed the carpets in preparation for the carpet cleaning crew which arrives sometime tomorrow. I had baseboards and window sills with three years of dust built up on them (not one of my high priority projects), so I took out the little square brush (it’s round for some models), removed the power head, and attached it. I proceeded to vacuum the baseboards, the window sills, and the tops of light switches and power outlets (I never noticed how dusty they get until today). The job was so easy.

In other news, it took Natasha about three hours after I let her out of the bathroom to an empty house before she got that hunted look out of her eyes. There seemed to be some of, “What have you done with my furniture?” at first, but when I moved her litter box, food, water, and scratch pad to the laundry room to make her more accessible to me after the carpets are cleaned, I couldn’t catch her to show her the new digs. She ran through the house like a trapped beast. Finally, I was able to walk up to her where she was crouched behind my inflatable mattress in the kitchen, and she let me pick her up. I carried her to the laundry room to show her her things. I don’t think she’s too happy, but she is napping comfortably behind me here in the living room where I’m typing on the fireplace mantle.

My PCS kit consists of an inflatable queen size mattress, a lawn chair, the computer, and my flatscreen monitor/TV. That allows me to camp in the house with all the “comforts” of home. I’ll be packing the back of the truck tomorrow, though, so even though my internet access is active until Monday, I will be offline until probably at least Tuesday. Sunday, I drive to Texas, Monday, we take delivery of the household goods. By Tuesday, I should have been able to unload the truck and set up the computer. Of course, I may be able to use the laptop on Sunday night — it all depends upon what Hubby and I wind up doing. The Spurs are playing, and I should arrive at the house just about tipoff time.

I feel pretty good about the packing job and the driver who’s hauling my stuff.  The proof, of course, is in the results at the distant end.  The house cleaning is ahead of schedule.  See you in a couple of days!