The most recent phrase that make my lip curl in contempt is "There's an app for that." Well, not for the work that I want done. There's no app for cleaning my house or barn. There's no app for shoveling the driveway in the winter. There's no app for grocery shopping or cooking. There's no app for mowing the lawn or weeding the flowerbeds.
I envy the Jetsons. George, Jane, Judy, Elroy, and Astro (the dog) had Rosie, the cantankerous robotic maid to perform all the menial labor that I loathe.
Throughout the ages, such work has either been done by those who couldn't afford to hire people to do it for them or those who were hired to do it. It all requires elbow grease and none of it garners respect, however necessary the service and the work.
Don't get me wrong, I love our cleaning lady. She's reliable and does a great job. I wish could afford two of her, plus groundskeepers and hired hands for livestock. I think I missed my calling as one of the independently wealthy. <sigh>
My inherent laziness doesn't necessarily translate to other things, mostly the stuff I detest doing. (Actually, I don't dislike cooking. Sometimes I even enjoy it.)
The point of today's blog responds to the this week's blog prompt which asks "What hasn't been invented yet that should have?" Since slavery is both illegal and reprehensible, I'd have to say the most wonderful invention would be a robotic servant that can do what a entire cadre of hired help can do.
I want a Rosie. And if you want to do your own housework and yard work, then go right ahead. Be my guest.
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