This blog began with "The Annunciation... sort of" , then on to the adventures of Big If dance.theatre and our attempt at a science/art collaboration. Unexpectedly, I moved to Iowa and a whole new group of artists, students and collaborators. First came "Small Elephant Stories" and now "Too Big". Ever evolving.
The Electrolux salesman came to the door and his first remark was, "lady, you could grow carrots in this rug." This was my second trauma with men and vacuum cleaners.
Georgenborn, Germany 1972
When my son was a toddler, we lived in Germany for a number of years, and I was at home with him most of the time. My then husband (another story entirely),trying to "help out," brought home a cheap Sears industrial vacuum cleaner with a hose that looked like it could suck in the neighborhood if you aimed it the wrong way, but was, in fact, useless. No suck. When I tried to move it accross the floor, it would resist for a while, then let go and whap me in the butt. One day, after pushing and pulling the thing across the floor, leaving dirt, dust, and crumbs untouched, I had had enough; and, carrying Danny on one hip, I yanked open the door and drop kicked it over the side of the porch. We were on the second story, and it made a very satisfying crunch as it landed, as did my foot, as I was barefoot. I spent all day in the hospital watching a body cast being sawed off a man and rewrapped, a process which took 6 hours (it was a military hospital). Then a nurse came over, looked at my foot, and put a bandaid on my big tow. That's it.
I vowed never to use another vacuum cleaner, and, I haven't. But the ex husband didn't stop trying.
Next blog will finish the story of the Electrolox salesman.
Salt LAke City, 1975
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Georgenborn, Germany 1972
When my son was a toddler, we lived in Germany for a number of years, and I was at home with him most of the time. My then husband (another story entirely),trying to "help out," brought home a cheap Sears industrial vacuum cleaner with a hose that looked like it could suck in the neighborhood if you aimed it the wrong way, but was, in fact, useless. No suck. When I tried to move it accross the floor, it would resist for a while, then let go and whap me in the butt. One day, after pushing and pulling the thing across the floor, leaving dirt, dust, and crumbs untouched, I had had enough; and, carrying Danny on one hip, I yanked open the door and drop kicked it over the side of the porch. We were on the second story, and it made a very satisfying crunch as it landed, as did my foot, as I was barefoot. I spent all day in the hospital watching a body cast being sawed off a man and rewrapped, a process which took 6 hours (it was a military hospital). Then a nurse came over, looked at my foot, and put a bandaid on my big tow. That's it.
I vowed never to use another vacuum cleaner, and, I haven't. But the ex husband didn't stop trying.
Next blog will finish the story of the Electrolox salesman.
ohmigod - I am cliff-hanging awaiting the next installment....... !
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