If you’re looking for Yamhill near PGE park. Follow the signs.
For the past several years, every time our vacuum cleaner has needed new bags, I always put off buying them.
Our vacuum is an inexpensive Kenmore canister Sears special. We’ve had it forever and really put it through the paces. I keep expecting it to fall apart. It’s all scuffed and pieces falling off. Duct taped. Every other time I take it out of the closet it seems to groan and not want to do its job. And I fiddle with it and jiggle all the cables. And it works.
I’m probably totally jinxing us by writing this.
That thing just keeps sucking. I’m not sure how old it is, but it’s already put in many good years of service.
I worry that the vacuum will die while I have a cupboard full of bags. I ate throwing away perfectly good stuff so I’d save the bags and then every time I cleaned out that closet I get all fretful about keeping stuff I don’t need or throwing away something that could be used. And then trying to donate it somewhere.
As if this entire exercise is a good use of my time.
This is on the sign for the Portland lightrail and it cracks me up every time I see it. We are Portlandia.
Our crevice tool splintered awhile back. It makes a high pitched whistle and does a terrible job of picking up the crud in my crevices. I really miss it. I looked around in a few stores, thinking that there must be bags of crevice tools available but I didn’t have much luck and didn’t feel like researching it further for the same reasons I hesitate to buy vacuum bags.
We need vacuum bags now. I’ve been putting off the purchase mission. But I’m getting low on See’s Candy and need to go to the mall anyway.
I have my priorities straight.