#137: The Roomba

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It’s time to talk about another invention that’s made its way into our home: the Roomba.

Angus’s hair is absurd. We clean the apartment at least once a week, sometimes more often depending on how much hair is strewn across the couch, floor, rug, and bed. Sometimes, we have to clean the comforter and mattress to compensate for Angus’s sporadic attempts at jumping on the bed at night, even when we tell him not to. That’s where the Roomba steps in.

We bought a Roomba not too long ago by the time this post will be published, and it’s been an absolute godsend for our sanity and cleaning abilities. The Roomba is set for a specific time, twice a week, and it unloads itself from its holder and goes off. It’s an incredible invention that sucks up all the hair from the rug and floor, including the bathroom and bedroom, too. I remember my uncle used to have one, and I’m not sure what happened to it, but this hunk of junk is anything but junky. It saves us time, and has already helped our cleaning sensibilities. We only have to vacuum every once in a while since getting the Roomba, and when we do, it’s usually not much.

One of my fears originally about getting the Roomba was that Angus would be afraid of it, or would chase it around the apartment. He actually doesn’t seem to mind it at all and lets it do its thing. Again, this invention has saved so much time for us.

But above all, we love Angus so much. He’s a bundle of joy and excitement and honestly, earnestly fills our lives with happiness whenever he’s around. I hope he’s doing well now, sitting at home by himself without anyone around. I always worry about him a little bit when I go off to work.

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#131: The Door

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Since time immemorial, we have always had trouble with the door to our apartment. Whether it’s a problem involving the keys not working or there’s something wrong with the key scanner, it feels like trouble follows us when it comes to this door. Our apartment, otherwise, is great; the features, amenities, setting, and more have been consistently wonderful to experience as a newly-embarking apartment owner. But that damn door…

This all took place on Tuesday and Wednesday. Alex was on her way home, arrived at our doorstep and realized, upon trying to unlock it, that her keys weren’t registering on the key scanner. She knocked and knocked on the door, and sooner or later I realized what was going on. I got up, opened it for her, and sat back down at my desk.

Later, when Alex took Angus out to pee, she took my keys with her, thinking that the problem involved only her keys. Turns out, not a minute or two later, I heard another knocking on the door. (This is beginning to sound like the plot of “The Raven,” isn’t it? It wasn’t a gentle rapping on my chamber door.) Neither of our keys worked.

Finally, after attempting both keys, Alex went downstairs again to talk with the people at the concierge desk. She told them about all of our many frustrations involving the door, including what had happened both times we tried to get in.

When I got home the next day, I could hear Angus moaning in his crate, waiting for someone to come rescue him, as my keyfob flashed red on the scanner. It was heartbreaking to witness.

One of these days, our keys and the door itself will work fine, without any issues. Today was not one of those days, unfortunately.