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…