Okay, so it’s not R2D2 or C-3P0 or even Robby, but we now have our very own robot to do our bidding.
The short version is Jeff and Sasha have one (a more expensive model that they got at Costco) and they are super thrilled by it. Tammy and I had always pondered getting one (I liked the geek factor, Tammy liked the idea of having someone sweep up) but they’ve been expensive. Now London Drugs had one on for $97. The high-end models still are around $400, but for less than $100, I’m willing to take a chance.
So Tammy picked one up today. It charged from lunchtime and as we sat down to supper, we turned it on. It’s entertaining, and effective. Entertaining because it’s almost impossible to guess what it’s going to do. There’s a method to its madness, but it appears chaotic. Nochie’s watching it like a hawk. Squeak is sort of aloof. Miranda thinks it’s cool and funny. The one who doesn’t like it is Ian. He’s watching it out of the corner of his eye. He’s sitting motionless and quiet.
For the first time ever.