Dawn to dusk, we are covered in dust.
When the moon comes up and sleep we must
We lay our heads on sheets of dust.
We wipe and sweep and make a fuss,
But the world seems filled with more, more dust.
The latest phase of our old house renovation is defined by dust. We have started on the kitchen redo, which began with removing a wall - a 100 year old plaster wall - a 9 1/2 foot tall wall, a wall that wanted to crumble to bits. That is a lot of dust!
Then we moved on to the ceiling, drywall over plaster - two big layers for more fun!
Stay tuned for more about the kitchen! I have to go sweep now.
2 comments:
Glad to see Greg is wearing a mask. Do you sleep in them, too??
Just keep sweepin'... :)
that poem was "dust" the thing to cheer me up! hi greg!
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