Life is like a box of chocolates...

...so says the Tom Hanks' character, Forest Gump.

But I think life is like.... a vacuum.  Not the kind you fall into and never get out of it.  I mean the item we shove around the floor and sucks up dirt.  It is not discriminating.  Everything, good and bad, goes in the bag.

Back in the day, I took our first Hoover Vacuum, purchased at a garage sale for 5 bucks, over to the glider field.  None of the flyboys ever cleaned anything. 

Our boss, Bud Murphy, arrived late one afternoon, as he usually did.  He watched me for a while and simply said, "Merlyn" (that's what he called me) "you don't have to do that.  Eventually, they'll all track it back out."   Genius.  Pure genius.  On that day, the vacuum gave up the ghost to dirt and pebbles it just couldn't swallow - all brought inside by the outsiders. 

But today....everything is (supposed to be) transparent.  City government.  Federal government (if you believe it).  School Boards.  Contracts are written in plain English, not lawyer-ese (if you believe it).  And even our vacuums are transparent.

As I'm pushing my Dyson vacuum around the house, it gets me thinking.  Actually, it gets me quite grossed out.  Blech!  All that stuff came from that rug?  Those stairs? That carpet?  Those floors? 

I've had the Dyson for a few months now.  One night I decided to clean it.  The box didn't tell me enough about cleaning, so I googled it.  There was a guy who hadn't cleaned his Dyson for 7 years!  Well, that was comforting.  I took the vacuum over to the kitchen sink and started in.  That guy took that vacuum apart, almost completely, in the video, and I put it all back together!

But this machine tells me a lot about me: my head and my heart.  If I suck too much of the mess up, I need to dispose of it.  I need to pay attention to how much junk I'm taking in.  Everything depends on what I'm thinking.  If something is bad...toss it.  If it's good...keep it.  In fact, I should go beyond that...get to the fine dust that coats all the moving parts!   Hopefully I won't wait 7 years, or even a few months to empty the canister! 

Who would have thought it?  A vacuum teaching me some lessons.  Thanks,  Mr Dyson.  I appreciate your see-through tool for home, and head.

Live richly, marilyn


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