I have you know I dusted yesterday. I took my gas powered duster, strapped it on my back and dusted the lawn tractor after chasing down the last of the spring cleanup leaves. The tractor is ready to take on the lawn as soon as I fertilize to prevent the crabgrass from having a field day. I did offer to dust inside the house but Joyce will not let me in with the leaf blower. :-( Jerry
Eileen, I think that most Stewie's homes are dusty, if not literally, at least metaphorically. I personally think of dust as incipient garden soil . . . .
I think it was Erma Bombeck who said that she was afraid to clean out the dust under the bed because she didn't know if it was someone coming or going. If you dust, then where are you going to write a note when you can't find a pencil and paper?
<<If you dust, then where are you going to write a note when you can't find a pencil and paper? >> Absolute classic!! I always have dust-I have Samoyeds and its a good job I'm not house-proud.
Glad to see I am not the only one to whom dust is important as a place to write. I really try to refrain from writing on the black shiny piano as the dust actually scratches onto the finish .
Well... I like a spotless house. Keeping it that way is another matter. Especially, with grown kids at home who never got the message to pick up after themselves. I just wish that I could keep all the dirt OUTDOORS and in my GARDEN. I heard a poem once about a Pioneer woman travelling on a wagon train west back in the 1800s. She tried to keep it clean, but between the endless dust or mud and rain, and salt deserts, etc, it was a loosing battle. She died on the trail, and they buried her in 6 feet of DIRT. Grrrrrrrr..
