That’s Not My Robot*
Due to Circumstances Which Shall Not Be Discussed Here, we fired our housecleaner last week. Sometimes one’s strengths are also one’s weaknesses. In my housecleaner, really, I only want to see strengths though. I believe that’s what I pay them for.
But anyway.
So here we are, sans housecleaner. The perfect time to introduce a cleaning robot into the already chaotic household we know and love. And know that we love just a little bit more when it’s clean.
Enter the Roomba.
Like a noisy little friend, it scurries around the room. Unlike a noisy little friend, it picks up pet hair as it moves. The Roomba learns the rooms in your home, such that it covers all the floor space (or most of it, anyway) that it has access to, and vacuums. When its little battery is running low (usually after about an hour of working) it toodles over to its charging station and settles in for a nice recharge. Roomba happy hour, if you will.
I was worried about how the dogs would react to the robot, but they were pretty chill about the whole thing. I was all ready to reinforce (or create) positive robot feelings by giving the dogs really good treats in the presence of Roomba, but they really didn’t appear to need it. The robot actually ran into Cooper at one point, and neither one of them seemed to care at all. So far so good on that front. I’m sure the cats will be freaked out, but what else is new.
Our Roomba is set to clean while we’re at work on Tuesdays and Fridays. I’ll let you know how it goes.
*The title of one of Lina’s favorite books, introduced to us by good friends.
February 27th, 2007 at 16:25
Glad to hear the Roomba is scurrying into the role of “janitor.” Bummer about the housecleaner. Nothing worse than a bad housecleaner, and nothing better than a good one (in the narrow field of happiness derived from cleanliness.) I just want updates to any programming modifications that Shane makes on the Roomba, such as “poo picker-upper” or “dog entertainer” or, or, or…