Rain,Rain,Go away!

It's not like "let it snow, let it snow..." That is a happy thing.
When it is raining. We complain in case we may have to run to the mailbox or what ever the case may be. I do.
Even if we might need the rain desperately.
Why can't it rain while we are sleeping. That would be OK.
Rain for me is a especially a bad thing as I live in the clay pit of NC. With 2 very large, large dogs that dwell in that pit, when it rains (and the fact that no matter how hard I try and what I say, they will not wipe their paws at the door.) I get a major mess.
I get clay everywhere. I mean everywhere.
Walls, floor (of course), when they do the doggy shake, (I am 5'9" and I have found splatter above my head.). Plus they bump the walls.
Then there is the "after effect". The clay dries. No matter how much I vacuum. And I have a Dyson. I get "clay dust". I can dust today. Tomorrow, you wouldn't know it. This dust gets in places that you didn't know dust could get. And it isn't like normal dust. You need a special tool or special cleaner to remove it and I haven't found that tool or cleaner to get it off yet. I am still searching. Any suggestions are welcome.
You may be saying to yourself, "you brought it on yourself."
Your right. I did. Now I never had encountered NC clay in my life. You have to give me that one. So, you may ask yourself, "why don't you give the dogs to a good home?" Well, if you are like me, that would be asking me to give one of my children away.
I can say I will never have big dogs again. No I can't. I love big dogs.
The truth is that I am going to paint in semi-gloss paint to make it easier to wipe. I am trying to make solutions to the problem. It isn't the dogs fault. Sure, you see the occasional cat that uses the toilet. But, never the dog that wipes it's feet at the door. If you do, please send me the link. I would love to see that one.
But, I love them. I will put up with it.
They give me love like no dogs I have ever had in my life and I wouldn't change them at all. I would change the clay. Maybe if the grass had a chance to grow it would have been OK. But, it didn't and that is going to "What if" land and we just don't go there.
So, on that note...
Until next time...
Just me

A sight that you don't want to see...

OK, it wasn't actually like this at all. Except for maybe the down for the count part. But, there she was. A helpless little girl laying there crying on the side of the road, bicycle laying not far away, with 3 "blood fearing" adults standing by. One of them brave enough to try and hold a towel by her face where the blood was coming from near her eye, and lots of it. Hope, Jenna friend was in hysterics. Not the good kind either.
Jenna had run in the house, (I was still getting out of the shower) and told me that Hope was on the ground crying and a couple of the neighbors were there. I thought that she just had fallen off her bike and would be right in. I finished getting dressed and started to comb my hair when I thought that just a little too much time had passed.
I went to look out the front door. No one was there.
I went to investigate when I found the group that had gathered around Hope who was laying there crying.
Apparently I was the only one that didn't fear blood or the only one that didn't care enough and thought that the child's well being was more important at the time (blood don't bother me) so, I took the towel. I don't know if it was the way I held it, or my voice or both, however I told her that I was there and to relax her head and she just laid her head in my hand and did relax and the crying did calm down until her mother got there.
I am not a hero. My point in all this is it could have been any child.
I would have helped any child.
This is a big hill that the kids love to zoom down. Granted it is fun, but, after yesterday, no more zooming. No helmet would have helped this. Hope suffered a bump on the forehead, a big cut under her eye, a large cut on the finger, plus a bruised finger and who knows how many other bruises and cuts.
If it were Jenna, she would have went to the ER. Hope don't even remember how it happened.
Our children are in so much danger everyday knowingly and unknowingly. We send them on the school bus to the school with trust in the "system" that we will get them home safely. We send them "up" the hill assuming they will return safely "down" the hill. We send them "out" to play assuming that they will return safely "in" from playing. But, do we "really" KNOW this? No, we don't.
So, yep, I babbled on again. But, if nothing else came out of this story. Turn around, go in the other room, call your child in the room and tell them you love them and give them a hug. Don't "assume" that they just know.
On that note.
Til next time...
Just me

What I'm thankful for a day late...

I have so many things that I am thankful for. It doesn't matter that I am a day late. I am thankful everyday. Really these are things that I am thankful everyday and am unsure why we wait til the 4th Thursday in Nov to declare these things that we are grateful for.
By the way, this is only a partial list. I would be here for days on end if I listed everything.
My daughter undoubtedly is my biggest event in my life that I am thankful for. A long hard wait for a baby, but worth every second.
I am thankful for the love that this little girl bubbles over with every day towards me even when I get sick on a "major" holiday.
I am thankful for my small, but, special, wonderful group of friends.
I am thankful for everyday I open my eyes. Even yesterday. I still was alive in this great life that we always complain about.
I am thankful for my health that gives me the power to take care of that beautiful little girl.
I am thankful for my pets, whom, in addition to my daughter show me the power of unconditional love. That you don't always have to give, give, give to be loved.
I am thankful for the power to give love and receive it with an open heart.
I am thankful for a roof over my head, heat when it's cold, A/C when it's hot. Food on the table, A vehicle that gets me from point "A" to point "B" even if it isn't the latest and greatest and isn't that pretty.
I am thankful for the fact that I learn something new every day and the fact that I am open enough to let myself learn something new.
I am thankful for, I think, most of all, all the love in my life, coming from God, my Jenna, friends, pets, or even sometimes the occasional stranger than just loves everyone.
Love is powerful. We all need to be loved. We all need to feel loved. We need to feel needed. We need to be part of something. Or we sorta feel worthless. And that is one of the worst feelings I can think of.
So, having stated that there are many more things that I am thankful for. This is only a partial list.
Truthfully, my thanks for things un-material and some material are endless. Everything I have (except perhaps some extra weight I want to drop) I am thankful for.
I may have forgotten somethings very important. But, if you know me, you know it is in there.
Well, it is time to make today Thanksgiving and uncage the turkey. Make it special for the Queen.
Next is the Christmas tree. I am sure that will be next week sometime.
I hope everyone had or if you are like me has a very Happy and Grateful Thanksgiving.
And if you were brave enough to go shopping, all the more power to you and I hope you got some good deals.
Til next time...
Just me

Sometimes, We must be flexible...

You just gotta go with the flow sometimes. Yesterday was one of them.
I woke up sick as a dog. Sicker than any dog I have seen. I don't know why. I don't know what I could have done or if I did anything. It is was a bug, it is gone now.
I woke up with the need to worship the porcelain goddess repeatedly. That and my head was gonna blow up at any given moment.
OK...I get migraines. I figure I will give myself a shot and this little nightmare will be over. It is Thanksgiving. I have a daughter whose holiday I must make special. So, I give myself the shot and wait the normal 5 minutes for it to take effect. Back to the porcelain goddess. Nope. This isn't the normal migraine. So, I take the back up medicine. This will certainly do the trick. Oh, did I mention I couldn't stay awake either. So, I awake again, my head is still gonna blow at any given second, but, no need to run and blah. Progress.
But, I can't do anything. So, I break this to the Queen who undoubtedly knows there is something up as it is getting well into the afternoon by now and I had made all these plans the day before.
I told her "nothing is normal in the house anyway. Well, not as a rule." She looks on without much interest. "So, we are just going to be a little different than most people and have Thanksgiving tomorrow!" I try and make it sound even special by adding "Just think, when everyone else is having leftovers, ours will be fresh!" the Queen accepted with the grace that only a true Queen can and made herself a kid's meal. Her night progressed as normal as mine just followed the day with my head about to blow up and fighting for for room on the bed with my 2 100lb dogs. I know, most people don't share their bed with dogs of this stature, but, hey, they are part of the family too. What can I say.
Until next time...
Just me...

Tis the Season?

Well, Thanksgiving is tomorrow.
With just the Queen and I, I just got a turkey breast. That is what the Queen wanted, that is what we are having.(She gets that privilege for a few more years, then it is my turn)
Now, once that is done, the next issue to tackle is "when are you bringing in the Christmas tree?"
Ummmmm, let me cook the turkey first...get that outta the way and then... we will tackle the tree. Which translates into "Mom will tackle the tree" followed in a few weeks by "Mom gets to take it down and put it all away". The Queen has also put in her request for outside lights.
It is bad when Christmas becomes more of a chore than a joy. I don't like that. Of course, once the work is done (if you really think that the work is ever done), then it becomes fun. I don't care how much work it is, Christmas morning is fun, period. Providing Santa was generous enough. Santa is effected by our economy as well. Jenna, the Queen just don't know that in any way, shape or form.
She's been told. But, it just sort of bounces off her head and she goes merrily along in Webkinz world or whatever world she is attending at the time.
I wish I were a kid again...
Where my biggest worry was my solar project.(which mostly becomes Mom's solar project somehow, but, not like the last project) That sort of thing seemed so tragic then. Now, what a tiny little minuscule thing.
I want to be a kid.
On that note,
Until next time...
Just me

AND JUST NOW WHAT HAVE I DONE??

It all seemed Innocent.
So I thought.
OK. Just me.
itsjustamething.com. I mean, it is "Me" after all.
I got the domain.
So, now it would seem I have the whatever it is to make a webpage.
This is where my "DUH" shows though.
All I can seem to do with it at this time is make it different colors. Somehow, I think that there is more to it.
So,what am I gonna do? Call my "Webpage person". See if that is what I got. Or what do I have?
It was free with the name.
So, if you want to see the pretty color, just go to www.itsjustamething.com and you can see the pretty colors. Very exciting.
I have the option of adding text. But, I don't know what to say as I am saying it all here and if I didn't say it here, not that I have a following or anything, but, if I did, how would anyone know where to go?
Now, tell me, are you confused enough yet?
I am.
Til next time,
Just me.

Let it Snow, PLEASE

Tomorrow is going to be the coldest day of the year, thus far.
It is a colder winter than last year, thus far.
I have been feeling the cold this year, thus far.
Last year, I made it through the whole winter in short sleeves. Not this year.
Tomorrow, it is going to be about 40. I know that isn't that cold for people further north than NC, but, for here, it is pretty chilly.
What I would love is to look out there and see that my car was snowed in the driveway.
That I could go out and have a snowball fight with my little girl. (and win)!!
Build a snow fort. A snowman. A snow family in an igloo. Snow angels all the stuff that I did when I was little. I would do it too.
The little snow that we have had here. Jenna did manage to make a snowman. That was the raging 2'' blizzard. It has grass and twigs in it from being so small of a snow fall. I want the big one. The record breaker. Like in Alaska or something.
But, right now, I am sitting in a sweater, comfy and warm. About to hit the bed. For my least favorite part of the cold.
Morning.
I despise getting out of bed in the morning. You are all comfy cozy under your covers and that damn alarm goes off. If I had the nerve, I would just grab the gun outta the night stand and shoot it. That may alarm the dogs though. Just not a good idea. But, life goes on, and so will the alarm. And so will I if I don't say,
Until next time...
Just me

My Messy Desk

I have what you call an organized mess.
Actually, right now,the whole house is like that. An organized mess.
Ask me where something is and I can go to the bottom of a pile and retrieve it. Well, usually.
I am sick of mess. So, the answer...do something about it.
So, I started with the desk this MORNING. Now, this afternoon, I am finally to the surface of the desk. I knew it was under there.
I had to shred paper, put things away, read things, grumble about what I was doing and how I let it get that way. Sort, file, put more things away. Back and forth, up and down.
And to think that the rest of the house is the same if not worse. I just have too much stuff.
I have to downsize to the point of close to poverty (to match my bank account.)
Just want to do with all the stuff. I do sell on eBay. Jazznickie if you need something. You just never know what will be on there. Maybe my desk at some point.
So the desk basically ruled my day. And things associated with the desk.
However, not to be discouraged, I have more to do and it does involve sitting at the now somewhat clean desk. Taking pictures first. Then cleaning the rest of the desk and typing allot.
Sounds like a splendid way to finish off the afternoon.
Then, onto the nighttime chores. But, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
This blog really had no purpose other than to ramble about my mess. But, that is just a me thing.
Til next time...
Just me

I just plain forgot!

I FORGOT!

Yep, it is true. I just forgot to blog yesterday...
Is it because I had nothing to say. Oh please... I always have something to say.
On the way home from the dental torture office I was writing notes as my mouth was full of gauze. I had stuff to say then. So, why did I forget to blog? Dunno..
I guess that I ran outta steam or time or I got it! Blogger's Block! How is that for a pitiful excuse.
I have been so busy having a love affair with my saltwater cup and remembering to take my antibiotic, no, that isn't a good excuse.
Hey, I don't need an excuse. I just didn't do it. I forgot.
We forget all sorts of things everyday. Some very important things too. Then we make excuses. Why? Just tell the truth. I forgot.
Sometimes the truth isn't always good.
My daughters absence excuses are a good example. We'd miss the bus. I would make up an illness for a note. The 2 times that I told the truth, "we missed the bus and I didn't have the gas money to drive her there" I got "Unexcused absences". Now to me, that is like a punishment for telling the truth.
There are also other examples of where the truth wouldn't be best. Let's say your were speeding to get to an appointment and get pulled over by a State trooper. He asks "Did you know you were speeding?" and you reply "Hell yeah I did, I'm late and I really don't have time to talk to you about it either right now." Now, really, where do you think that would get you. Not to your appointment. That is the for certain. Definitely a ticket and maybe even a new appointment in court! Or even better tell the trooper "Yeah, and did you know that YOU were speeding to stop me?" That will really make points. (on your license)
There are many other examples like that. Endless really.
So, does that mean that we shouldn't tell the truth. Absolutely not. The truth is always (OK, most always) best. I have impressed upon my little girl that the truth is always best. I tell her that I may not be happy with the truth, but, she will be in a heck of a lot less trouble than if I catch her in a lie and I have stuck to that. Biting my tongue at times, but, I like to think that she tells the truth for the most part anyway. Far from perfect.
I know I prefer to be told the truth. I'll borrow this saying...
"Do these jeans make me look fat?" Answer "No, your fat makes you look fat.". Probably not what I want to hear, but, it is the truth and that is something I would want to hear.
Don't hold back. Tell people the truth. Chances are you will only end up in the hospital or jail once or twice in your lifetime. But, at least you can say, you were honest.
So, honestly, I have to get to work now.
Til next time...
Just me

OK. I got an attitude.
Against someone that I don't even know. A customer on eBay. Someone that bought something from me.
The thing is, the note that he or she wrote. It was about the shipping time of a phone.
Now, this person paid for it on a Sun. I mailed it Mon. Tue was Veterans' day. The phone still isn't there. Well, sweetie, what did you want me to do. Drive it there in person.
It was the tone of the letter she/he wrote.
"When did you finally go and actually mail the phone" OK, I didn't deserve that attitude. Maybe that person don't deserve mine. But, she/he has it. However, being hopelessly polite, I did write her/him a letter explaining that it went out with 2 other packages that had already been delivered so hers shouldn't be far behind. Maybe today or tomorrow. Told her what the USPS page said. Just Miss Manners, that's me. BUT, if I were to actually get to write what I wanted to...and really the only thing that is stopping me is my reputation on eBay, it would have been a much different letter.
Why do people always assume the worst. Why can't they be more like dogs? Unconditionally loyal. Not questioning your actions, just knowing that you will do the right thing. I guess that we as people have been taught the opposite though society as a whole. Where the top of this blog about says it all. How one human feels towards another. This is the attitude that we start with hoping to build from there. Or that is where I am getting to. I am fortunate enough to have a small circle of friends. My friends are genuine. True friends. I don't go for quantity. Quality is more important.
I can tell this person is a quantity person by the tone that she wrote a total stranger (me). I have wrote the "where is my item" letters many times, and always, always they have been polite with no bad things implied. So, my little customer I don't know, enjoy your phone, thanks for the purchase, but, Taz says it all today.
Til next time...
Just me.

Tooth disaster closure...

My teeth are pulled. The terrible thing is done.
BUT, it wasn't that bad!!
I don't need the clown makeup. Although I do feel that way in a sense. You gotta admit it does have a certain flare though. But, There is no pain and now I feel like I acted like my daughter did when she had to receive a shot. I didn't wrestle with the Dr. I didn't wrestle with the nurse or anyone else. I went in there like a big girl and they did their thing.
In 10 minutes!!!
Now I feel rather silly getting knocked out for 10 minutes work, but, that is the only way that I would do it. When it happens again, that is the only way that I would do it again. And I know it will happen again. Just a matter of time. My teeth are a cosmetic anomaly. They were 10 years ago and I just know that they didn't get any better. They did a 10,000.00 work up and that was 10 years ago. Good Lord, now it would probably be 20,000.00. Things like this don't get better with time. Now I am going to become the poster girl for flossing. My daughter will follow in my footsteps just because that is what she is gonna do whether she knows it or not. Now is the time to floss.
Why is it we all don't just floss. It isn't difficult, not painful. Just one of those things that are just a pain and bothersome to do. You can skip it and no one is none the wiser. But it will come and kick you in the ass. Sure enough.
So, I am pleased to close this little chapter on the tooth crisis for now. Next thing I get is the partial, but, that isn't going to be ready for complaining about for about 8 weeks.
So... I will figure out other things. Like taking out the garbage. That is what I have to do now.
So, until next time...
Just me

Housework, the thankless job.

Isn't housework a thankless job. It has to be done. It never goes away. It is always waiting for you. Always.
You never hear "Oh, you cleaned the house today, it looks great". Nope. You hear, "this house is a mess, when are you going to clean it"? Now, being a single Mom, (not complaining about it. It beats the alternative) so, also being the "one Mom Gang" the only one that does it, gets it, fixes it, puts it away, picks it up, cooks it, washes it, sweeps, vacuums, mops, dusts, puts a band aid on it and the list goes on and on. Plus I have an 8 year old that thinks that I must like cleaning because she sure don't do it. I have 2 large dogs and 2 rather large parrots all of which are slobs and have no respect for what I do. So, it is like a hamster on a wheel. You run and run and get nowhere. It is the endless job. You could start on one side of the house and by the time you are done you can do it all over again.
But, where does all the energy come from and not to mention the time to do all this stuff? I don't know because I haven't completed all of the stuff yet. I am constantly amazed on how much laundry 2 people can generate. If I don't do laundry everyday, somehow, I fall behind. Way behind. We are 2 people. I think that the neighbors are sneaking in their laundry with mine. Not sure. I think that they grab it out of the dryer before I fold it. I haven't seen anything that I don't recognize yet.
Then you got Jenna. If she is "cleaning" her room. (and I use that word cleaning loosely), and she don't know what to do with a item of clothing, dirty or not, in the laundry it goes. I must wash allot of clean clothes. Does that make them new? I mean washed 3 times or more and never worn? Hmmmm.
It is definitely time to downsize. I got tons of nick knacks that need dusting. Top shelves, well, I talked about those already in my dust blog. But, it is unfortunately true.
So where am I going with this?
Well, nowhere really. Just taking the time to whine.
To all you ladies (and the occasional stay at home Dad) that clean and don't get any recognition for what you do.
This is a salute to you. Keep up the good work and even though it isn't told to you, somehow, I like to think that somewhere deep down, your loved ones appreciate what you do.
So, when they ask you "what's for dinner tonight" just politely reply "I don't know. What are you going to cook" and see the reaction you get!
This salute is to all of us!
Til next time...
Just me

Raging 2" blizzard!!

The changing of seasons!

The changing of the seasons is one of my as well as many people's favorite time of year. The leaves are beautiful colors.
Unfortunately, this picture is taken a little late, but, you get the idea.
This is on my road. I live in the middle of somewhere in the middle of no where. Yep, that is where I live. I love it.
Tomorrow, is gonna break the "Fall" season tradition with a high of 75, which makes me thing hot. Now is the time to think cooler. But that will come. I can't wait. I Hope that we have some snow.
We did have snow one hear. A raging 2" blizzard.
It is funny here when it snows, everything comes to a stop. Like in New York, they have the plows and salt trucks. Here, in NC, we have the local weather "person" saying what is closed and what isn't. Just for 2" of snow.
I was gonna put in a picture of the 2" blizzard but, this won't let me. Maybe I will just include that after this blog. Which really has no reason except to express the beauty of nature at it's best.
One of it's best. The snow is nice too. The spring, it's pretty. You sneeze allot and summer, well, I don't like summer. Too hot. Summer just makes me look forward to fall. Which is where we are now. So, I guess this is one of my best times of the year.
Now to have some good luck to go along with it.
Til next time...
Just me
Look for the raging blizzard ahead!

Computers, Computers, Computers...

OK.
So, I have hooked up the computers.
Then NONE of them would work. Not right anyway. One would do this and the other would do that, but, none of them made one complete computer.
And I wonder why I am on medication...
Internet Explorer wouldn't do anything. Anything at all. Just click and freeze. Not responding was all I read. Then, I found out, that I should try to download another browser.
OK. I wouldn't have thought of that.
Firefox. I like the name. Sounds cool. More importantly, it WORKED!
I don't understand it though. Why wouldn't something that came with Windows work. That to me doesn't make sense.
Yet, the Firefox works like a charm. OK, one glitch so far, but, I can take one.
Now it is time to use this thing and get some work done. Or do the housework so I can do some work tomorrow. Either way, I gotta get some work done.
At least my computer is up. I have to hook up the Queen's and burn pictures off the other one before it goes to the shop or a system recovery where I would lose everything. IF it lets me do that . I have been having a bad computer week.
I like it when computers are my friend. I don't like all this set up stuff and all that goes along with it. I am just not that technological.
But, I am getting it to work. Slowly but surly.
So, that is about it for now.
Til next time...
Just me

No pictures, just a computer. The deed is done

Well, half done. I got the one computer hooked up on my mess, I mean desk area.
The other one will have to wait til I get over this one. It is such an easy thing to do, yet so frustrating. I can't get my mouse to work, which really pisses me off as it is my favorite mouse. (trackball) and the one that I am using now isn't gonna do the trick. So, there is more work to be done. The house looks like it exploded and I gotta go out and get something at the store.
I haven't showered yet and I have to wait for the queen to come home.
Is that enough complaining for one blog? I got lots more.
Want me to tell you about the rain, clay and the dogs? Didn't think so.
So, short but sweet, that is about it for now.
Well, except my tooth, that is driving me crazy.
Crazier.
Til next time...
Just me

Tooth Tragedy...

I have to have 2 teeth pulled. Well, now 3.

I was eating oatmeal and a tooth shattered. For lack of a better word. So, now there is half a tooth. I filled the other half with dental wax to get that broken plate effect off my tongue.

Oh, no, it wasn't one of the teeth that needed pulling. It was one next to one of them just wanting to join the party. So, now, it is 3 teeth to be pulled. I am just so excited.

I called 3 dentists the oral surgeon(a.k.a.- the extractor), my regular dentist (a.k.a.- sorry about your luck) and a potential new dentist (a.k.a.- lets make an appointment) which only the third I can understand to a point. I mean, I got half a tooth. You don't have to be a dental grad. to know this thing is a gonner. Why do I need an appointment? To hear that?

The surgeon, well, when I called the first time in a panic,(thinking it was the tooth that needed to be pulled anyway) they couldn't move my appointment any sooner. When I realized it was a different tooth, now they can all of a sudden take me Monday. Wow, if it were 4 teeth, I could probably get in tomorrow. Must be some sort of special. If you needed dentures they may come to your home!

The one thing though, that I couldn't understand, is that none of them could tell me about the dental wax. If that was a good idea, a bad idea, a definite no. Well, too late. It is on there. I had to stop that broken jagged edge effect.

So, life goes on. Just another day in paradise.

I am looking at this from the brighter side of things.

At least 3 teeth aren't gonna to bother me anymore. The rest? Well, I am going to take care of them the best that I can.

Happy flossing to all.

Until next time...

Just me

I am getting to hate this one computer!

It is true. I am beginning to have feelings of hatred at an inanimate object. Just not any object, my one computer. The one that about to be replaced by the one that just came back.

I hope that one is gonna behave.

This one does what it wants to. You will be in the middle of something and boom. It will decide that it wants to reboot. Well, excuuuuuuse me for typing. I thought that I could do that on this machine. It also does it just when it is not being used.

All of a sudden the letters will get huge. Where you only have about 6 icons on your desktop (when you are used to about 20, I know, that is allot) but, gee, then it tells me some driver, like I am just suppose to know what it is, has stopped responding. Well, duh, it is pretty obvious that something quit responding. So, Yep, reboot. I reboot more often than not. I am finishing up some things on here, then it is going to be tech time and maybe even change desks. Not sure. It is sorta the lesser of 2 evils on the desk thing.

Well, that is enough griping for now. I have to go and grip about something else somewhere else in person. I guess with the time thing, (which I told everyone to do it and I forgot) I am either ahead or behind on things. I am not sure.

Til next time...

Just me

This is Chassis, the hyper one!




"Little puppies" Zack and Chassis! This is Zack Above . The cuddle-bum.

And I have lots of love for them all!!

Here we have Bob. He plucks his front feathers and somehow the back of his neck. But, he has personality plus!

Another pic of Jazzie

My Congo African Grey Jazzie all hung up!

Dust. How does it settle on moving thigns?

Now, I wasn't about to send the before picture.

Dust on ceiling fans that spin constantly kinda baffles me.

I mean, if it is spinning, how does the dust settle? How does it hold on? How does it get so bad you could plant something on it?

I don't move near as fast as the ceiling fan and I am not dusty. Not that I have noticed anyway. No one has brushed off my shoulders or my head.

I know where is comes from here. My dogs and the famous NC clay. It isn't a mystery.

I get the fact that it settles on tables and all. Just ceiling fans have baffled me.

And it figures too. The highest thing in the house that you may have to dust with the exception of plant shelves. (I bet I could plant ivy up there and let it cascade down the walls that need painting) Hmmm, that is a thought. Ivy grows anywhere. My experience anyway.

But, still, how does it get onto the fan? We breath this stuff. My lungs must need vacuuming. That is a scary though. But, there are lots of things to be scared of. That is another story though.

I just happened to clean this one last night. Put the globes in the dishwasher too. Looked new when I was done. But, for how long? This isn't something that I treasure doing.

But, like anything else "dust happens".

Til next time...

Just me