Making Peace With The Dust

In a world gradually becoming germaphobic, there will always remain a safe haven for the free roaming dust particles that land hither and thither in El Paso, Texas. Dusting was not a serious part of my growing up chores, rather something that was accomplished every few weeks or so. Now I am learning the way of wrangling gravity forsaken soils that will again cake and stagnate on furnishings, if not attended to AT THE VERY LEAST every other day.

Biodegradable, non-toxic, solution, spray bottle in one hand and a dust cloth in the other, I attack the powder levels while daydreaming the spirits of the past: pre-spray bottle and vaccum era.

The visions of the ancestors going to town on foot, horse back and horse drawn carts all have the proverbial soot on back and brow that is part of daily life. Natives, cattle folk and gunslingers all wear a hankercheif over their faces to keep from breathing in gilings that are airborne and I can't help but picture ponchos and Mexican blanket-wrap arounds that are were probably used to keep garments untinged, after traveling on horses. Ahh, the past is romantic in its dust strewn way, in a time when grime and grit had no shower to wash it away.

I must now attend to enjoying the few hours I have of a semi-dust-free home. Adious past, see ya tomorrow.

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