I have long been of the opinion that dust “is a protective coating.” You can also write a quick note to a loved one, or a phone number, if no paper is available when you take that pesky phone call. As Martha Stewart says, “it’s a good thing….” Yes, I know she never meant to include dust.
We have finally come out of the Stone Age and entered the Modern Era in our home. We’ve gone wireless, with fiber optics. (Those two things may not even go together, I am the first to admit that I am technically challenged as you will later learn in a post yet to be released.) We were scheduled for service that took ALL day. I figured that the technician would plug in a couple of things and we’d be set. After he had been working for about an hour, he started sneezing. I was afraid that he was allergic to the cats. Hmm no, it was the dust. It was pretty embarrassing the amount of dust and ‘calico mouse’ cat toys that were behind and underneath the wall unit. In my defense, let me say that this is a MASSIVE wall unit.
Our technician, I’ll call him Joe, had to run out for a missing piece of equipment. Personally, I think he was going to find some Benadryl. The moment his truck left the driveway, I yelled, “Somebody grab the vacuum!!” Before ‘Joe’ returned, there wasn’t a missing cat toy or spec of dust to be found in my house, the carpet looked brand new. The underwear and socks behind our son’s bedroom door were even gone. All of our cats’ playthings were neatly tucked in their toy basket. Our gray and yellow cat sat next to it, awaiting Joe’s return.
Joe was able to finish without incident or sneeze, and even found it amusing that the cat sat nearby as he worked, watching. She does the same thing with our plumber, and I could swear that if the plumber asked her, she’d hand him a wrench.
Now we have Internet in the time it takes to breathe, a total of 22 assorted cat toys were found and returned to the fold, and I won’t have to dust for say…at least 6 months…or until the next workman arrives. I will be forever grateful that there will be no dust in Heaven.
The only way I can get myself to dust thoroughly is to invite people over. By the time I’ve dusted, cleaned, cooked and tried to be mildly entertaining, I find myself thinking….hey, dust ain’t so bad. It is a protective coating! That was cute about your cat watching the repairman, ready to hand him a wrench.
Hi Catherine:
Yes, with the plumber she will sit right next to him, near his elbow. If he says ‘hello’ to her, she’ll move back a bit and sit like a Thanksgiving turkey.