The quiet hum of silence.  I live in a rural area where residents have to own five or more acres of land to have a residence.  So, the quiet is expected.  Inside your home is a completely different ballgame.  With my children now in their own homes or off to college, the days are filled simply with the roar of Roomba.

I have become accustomed to her sleek black humming while she races across the floors and squeals as she bangs her head on the walls or furniture.  Seriously?  You would think her pattern program would recognize one bump then just turn away.  She will bounce and bang intent on busting through whatever obstacle may be in her way.  Love her tenacity.   

I could put up her beam walls to prevent such occurrences, but then where would my entertainment factor go?  She has yet to learn how to climb the stairs or dust my baseboards.  Such a needy girl I am, but there is one game she loves to play.  Hide and seek.  While I am busily doing my thing, the quiet then becomes her playground.

“Roomba, are you kidding me?  I don’t have time for this.  Where the beep are you?”

Send Sunshine.