Only One of the Many Ways in which I am Crazy

I love to vacuum.  I’ve always loved to vacuum.  There’s something so satisfying about seeing the progress of the clean vacuum tracks and paths across a room.  I stopped doing my own housecleaning when I moved in with Brad in Boston about fifteen years ago, but I do clean our house here in Homer.  Yesterday and the day before I scrubbed bathtubs and toilets and folded laundry and did lots of aerobic housecleaning; but yesterday I did my favorite household task of all.  I vacuumed the stairs until the carpet looked brand new, including the risers, which are so fluffy and nice now.  We have a central vacuum system here, which is awfully fancy, and very quiet.  I could vacuum for hours.  That’s only part of the crazy part, though.  The real craziness is that I then don’t really want anyone to walk on the carpet and tamp it down after I’ve made it all fluffy and nice.  It’s probably a good thing that our Eldorado Canyon house is all tile and stone flooring or I’d never be able to have friends over.