Dusted!

Dust, dust everywhere but not a drop to drink. No, wait, that’s not it. How do I dust thee. Let me count the ways. Hmmm, closer. Eat my dust! There, that’s the one. Yes, eat my dust. Everyone come over here right now and eat my dust. That is the only way I’m going to get it out of the house.

I have got more dust in this house than I can shake a stick at. Because of the thick haze in the air I keep trying to clean my glasses thinking they are just incredibly dirty. My CDs are skipping and the DVD/CD burner on my laptop just stopped working. It is very dusty in here. Did I make my point as to just how dusty it is? I tell ya folks, it’s soooo dusty in here (HOW DUSTY IS IT?)… Hi-Yo

Ok, that’s enough.

The dust is from all the plaster sanding in the kitchen. It has been really windy here the past two days so I can’t open the doors or windows to let it out. The wind is coming in from the west and that is the side of the house the kitchen is on. I tried sealing the entryways in to other rooms with plastic but it can’t hold everything back. I then made the mistake of going out the back door. The wind shot through the door with such force that it ripped part of the plastic off the door going in to the dining room. Billows of white powder poured in to the rest of the house.

The good thing is, I did finish the sanding today. I’m going to go back over a few small places here and there with fresh plaster tomorrow. For all intent and purpose, though, I am done! It still looks funny because I skim coated over existing walls and new work. Also, this room was partitioned into three rooms about 90 years ago, so I was working with many different wall surfaces try to get them back to a uniformed appearance. Until I get a coat of primer on I really won’t be sure how well I did. Right now they are still walls only a homeowner could love.