I know a thing or two about dust
A Texas panhandle childhood taught me its sting on the playground
Grit-filled eyes and sandblasted legs
Days of dust
And tumbling weeds
When gray choked skies obscured and
Scouring winds grew teeth
I thought that was how the whole world worked
Nature’s castigation
For our sins.
(I do not miss those days.)
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Outside dust I can understand. What I want to know is how to make it stop reforming inside my home.
I hat to dust and it just keeps coming back!
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In my childhood we had to dust daily. Now, maybe once a month.
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When my dust bunnies start visibly rolling across the floor then I know it’s time 😉
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Ha!!! No dust bunnies in Florida….
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apparently they were wisdom teeth…
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Moving away from the Texas panhandle is the wisest thing we’ve ever done. It’s ridiculous how much dust one has to deal with.
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That dust sure gave you a great poem though xxxxxxxxxxx
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Thank you. Lord, how I detested the stuff. I’d cry and beg to stay in the classroom on windy/dusty days. I was such a wussy. But, I’d be just as bad now.
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We got caught in a dust storm like that in Las Vegas 3 years ago. Our nice picnic turned into lunch in the minivan in the grocery store parking lot. All you can do is ride it out. Being sandblasted hurts like hell! 😳
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It does! And picture me, age 6, in a dress (‘cause pants weren’t allowed back them) on the playground crying my little eyes out. Seemed like it happened once a week.
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I know you poor thing. It happened to me a couple of times in 1st & 2nd grade but north Texas ain’t Lubbock.
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I was scarred emotionally for life, I tell you! 😭😭😭
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Well if you want to face those nightmares, you could always go out to the beach in your bikini during a major hurricane and relive those moments. We got sandblasted during Hurricane Dorian while filming the storm.
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No thanks!
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It looks just like that in Melbourne today from the bushfire smoke haze. I will not miss it when it finally blows away. It is very nasty. Love your poem.
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I hope the rains come soon!
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It came last night, more to come with warning of flash flooding. What is that saying “it never rains but it pours.” I hope many areas that need it badly get some of the goodness.
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I hope so, too.
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How cruel
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Dust storms in the Texas panhandle have to be experienced to be believed. I still shudder when I think about them.
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