Friday was an important day.
No, it wasn't my first day of work. That's tomorrow. And no, it wasn't Laura's birthday. That's Tuesday. And no, it wasn't the day we got our tax refund -- although I'm hoping that'll be soon, too.
But it was the day we got our new vacuum cleaner.
When I left Colorado, I took our vacuum cleaner to Goodwill. It was perfectly functional, but there just wasn't room for it in the car. In D.C., our apartment complex furnished a vacuum cleaner (and weekly cleaning). When we left D.C., I thought about buying a new one. But I knew there would be one in our embassy-provided house.
But that vacuum cleaner is horrible. It spits out more dust than it sucks up. And for the past few weeks, our housekeeper has been sweeping the carpet. Not good for actual dirt removal, mind you, but at least it looks better than it would otherwise.
I was very excited to see her today at church and to let her know the vacuum cleaner had arrived.
Kevin points out that the vacuum cleaner box exceeded the size limit for the diplomatic pouch. Maybe they figured that anyone who was ordering a vacuum cleaner through the mail had to be either 1. insane or 2. desperate. Regardless, it got through.
Ah, the small victories.