The dust around this place is out of control. It’s taking over and I’m about ready to call the law. Call the law, I say!
I blame it on a big yellow lab and our poorly skilled housekeeper. She needs a talkin’ to.
Self, get to work!
Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.
For now I thought I’d write a poem about it. It’s called “Dust.”
There are things that come around,
But then they go away,
And things that no matter what I do they always want to stay.
I find it in the corner,
Then on the ceiling fans,
And even inside the cabinets, which I just don’t understand.
I battle it in the morning,
I battle it late at night,
But every time I turn around it’s right back there in sight.
This particular particulate
Is determined to never leave,
I suppose I’ll welcome it with open arms to keep my sanity.
Maybe less poem writing, more house cleaning?
Maybe. Maybe not.
There’s another post I wrote a while ago that you may enjoy about dust, and ladybugs too. It’s called Ladybugs and Dust Bunnies. You may remember it?
Wishing you a joyful day full of whatever you may be doing, house cleaning, writing poetry, or watching ladybugs!