I head upstairs for a rendezvous.  The rapid pitter-patter of my heart mixed with the excitement of something new with promises of a wonderful future together.  It’s love!  I have only to reach out and grab it. My hands tremble as I caress the strong frame before me.  So capable and so able-bodied, oh my! I know my prayers have been answered.

Oh, wait!  I just read what I wrote and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.  LOL!  I’m not talking about a man.  Heavens, no!  I’m talking about my new commercial grade floor machine.  It cleans, scrubs, buffs, waxes, and polishes all manner of flooring surfaces and I have spent a sweaty afternoon with this beast.

I’m an odd woman.  I’ve been known to fall in love with appliances, power tools, and kitchen faucets. My friends couldn’t believe I wanted a sander or a Dremel.  My husband drew a line when I asked for an axe.  I’m not sure why.

Anyway, I’m happiest when I’m busy and working up a sweat in the house or the yard.  So once again, I’m in love with this perfect piece of machinery.  Sigh…